Poem fractal

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0.043 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Fathers

by Siegfried Sassoon

−0.6491 − 0.2702i

Drawing the boundary…

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

−0.6726 − 0.2339i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

The Fathers

by Siegfried Sassoon

Snug at the club two fathers sat,
Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat.
One of them said; "My eldest lad
Writes cheery letters from Bagdad.
But Arthur's getting all the fun
At Arras with his nine-inch gun."

"Yes," wheezed the other, "that's the luck!
My boy's quite broken-hearted, stuck
In England training all this year.
Still, if there's truth in what we hear,
The Huns intend to ask for more
Before they bolt across the Rhine."
I watched them toddle through the door—
These impotent old friends of mine.

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake,
When shall my woeful wailing cease,
When shall my tears and mourning make
Mercy and pity me to release?
When shall the pensive heart find peace,
When shall the mind find quiet rest,
That hath been long with thought oppressed?

How long shall I in woe lament,
How long shall I in care complain,
How long shall danger me torment,
Augmenting still my deadly pain?
Till hope and dread between them twain
Agree that hope have her request,
Till then live I with thought oppressed.

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