Poem fractal

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0.035 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.

The Meeting

by John Clare

−0.0843 − 0.3733i

Drawing the boundary…

Sunset

by Edgar A. Guest

−0.1094 − 0.3973i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Meeting

by John Clare

Here we meet, too soon to part,
Here to leave will raise a smart,
Here I’ll press thee to my heart,
Where none have place above thee:
Here I vow to love thee well,
And could words unseal the spell,
Had but language strength to tell,
I’d say how much I love thee.

Here, the rose that decks thy door,
Here, the thorn that spreads thy bow’r,
Here, the willow on the moor,
The birds at rest above thee,
Had they light of life to see,
Sense of soul like thee and me,
Soon might each a witness be
How doatingly I love thee.

By the night-sky’s purple ether,
And by even’s sweetest weather,
That oft has blest us both together,—
The moon that shines above thee,
And shews thy beauteous cheek so blooming,
And by pale age’s winter coming,
The charms, and casualties of woman,
I will for ever love thee.

Sunset

by Edgar A. Guest

Some days die, as some men,
Softly and peacefully, and then
Others with pain-wracked twisted forms
Go to their graves 'mid gales and storms,
And knowing only skies of gray
And the wind's weird wail they pass away.

I watched the death of yesterday.
Golden the couch on which it lay.
Imperial purple edged a cloud
As if it were a monarch's shroud,
And there was neither pain nor fright
To mar the silence of the night.

Beauty and glory watched beside
The old day's bed until it died.
Troops robed in scarlet seemed to stay
To bear the noble corpse away,
Then hooded dusk with footsteps slow
Lighted night's candles, row by row.

Lord, for my loved ones, this I pray:
Sweet be the sunset of their day!
May beauty grace their lives, and when
Thou call'st their spirits home again
May trails of glory round them sweep
As silently they fall asleep.

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