Poem fractal

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0.050 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.

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

0.0614 − 0.9427i

Drawing the boundary…

Tattoo

by Wallace Stevens

0.0714 − 0.8938i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

O the voice of woman’s love!
What a bosom-stirring word!
Was a sweeter ever uttered,
Was a dearer ever heard,
Than woman’s love?

How it melts upon the ear,
How it nourishes the heart!
Cold, ah! cold, must his appear,
Who hath never shared a part
Of woman’s love.

’Tis pleasure to the mourner,
’Tis freedom to the thrall;
The pilgrimage of many,
And resting place of all,
Is woman’s love.

’Tis the gem of beauty’s birth,
It competes with joys above;
What were angels upon earth,
If without a woman’s love—
A woman’s love?

Tattoo

by Wallace Stevens

The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there—
Its two webs.

The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.

There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.

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