Poem fractal

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0.002 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.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover

by Sir John Suckling

−0.1101 − 0.7026i

Drawing the boundary…

The White Rooster

by George O'Neil

−0.1104 − 0.7002i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Why so pale and wan, fond lover

by Sir John Suckling

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do 't?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit, for shame; this will not move:
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!

The White Rooster

by George O'Neil

Ah, God! to have a breast like that
To throw at day,
Thrust for the hands of dawn
To quiver and flare upon.

With a bloody flag sewn in your head
And a hook of gold to end you,
And all yourself an arch
And your soul a white cascade.

On yellow spirals step, step, stalk,
And clutch reluctant loam,
Hard kernels and brown hens
In the brazen blue of noon.

Ah, God! Stab upward with your noise!
Tear at the sky!
With his spine a tilted flame
And the day gone molten down his throat,
What singer could not make one song
As fine as fire?

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