Poem fractal

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

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

A little time for laughter

by Philip Bourke Marston

0.1888 − 0.8867i

Drawing the boundary…

Veneta

by Mary Coleridge

0.1453 − 0.8698i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A little time for laughter

by Philip Bourke Marston

A little time for laughter,
A little time to sing,
A little time to kiss and cling,
And no more kissing after.

A little while for scheming
Love's unperfected schemes;
A little time for golden dreams,
Then no more any dreaming.

A little while 'twas given
To me to have thy love;
Now, like a ghost, alone I move
About a ruined heaven.

A little time for speaking
Things sweet to say and hear;
A time to seek, and find thee near,
Then no more any seeking.

A little time for saying
Words the heart breaks to say;
A short sharp time wherein to pray,
Then no more need of praying;

But long, long years to weep in,
And comprehend the whole
Great grief that desolates the soul,
And eternity to sleep in.

Veneta

by Mary Coleridge

Wind and waters ring the bells
That rang for them of high degree,
Trumpets are the sounding shells
In the city under the sea.

Where a Queen was wont to hide
Her outwearied majesty,
Swim the fishes open-eyed
In the city under the sea.

Many a street lies broad and fair,
Many a palace fair and free,
Neither a man nor woman there,
In the city under the sea.

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