Poem fractal

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0.068 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.

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

0.3076 − 1.0893i

Drawing the boundary…

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

0.3067 − 1.0212i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

Go talk to her, sweet flower, 
To whom I fain would talk 
Tell her I hour by hour 
Pine on my own poor stalk. 

Tell her that I should live 
Not quite so sore distressed, 
If she to you would give 
A throne upon her breast 

Tell her that should she hie 
To my parched plot to see 
If I be dead, that I 
No more should withered be. 

If I were dead, her feet 
My spirit would revive, 
As may her bosom sweet 
Keep you, sweet flower, alive. 

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

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