Poem fractal

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0.020 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.

Implication

by Louis Untermeyer

0.1962 + 0.1089i

Drawing the boundary…

Here, take my heart

by Thomas Moore

0.1870 + 0.1268i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Implication

by Louis Untermeyer

God, you complain, gave you a pretty face—
And that, you half imply, explains it all;
Your sudden rise and still more sudden fall;
The flashy triumph and half-proud disgrace.
Bitter, but still resolved to keep your place,
You mock at signs of faith and honor, call
Life an unmeaning farce, a madman's brawl,
And lay it all on Him, in any case.

But why blame God? Is it His fault again?
He knows, it seems, little of needs or goals;
God's a haphazard giver, and all men
Grow careless with their battered aureoles.
He made you with a pretty face…. But then,
God can not make us all with pretty souls.

Here, take my heart

by Thomas Moore

Here, take my heart—'twill be safe in thy keeping,
While I go wandering o'er land and o'er sea;
Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sleeping,
What need I care, so my heart is with thee?

If in the race we are destined to run, love,
They who have light hearts the happiest be,
Then happier still must be they who have none, love.
And that will be my case when mine is with thee.

It matters not where I may now be a rover,
I care not how many bright eyes I may see;
Should Venus herself come and ask me to love her,
I'd tell her I couldn't—my heart is with thee.

And there let it lie, growing fonder and, fonder—
For, even should Fortune turn truant to me,
Why, let her go—I've a treasure beyond her,
As long as my heart's out at interest With thee!

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