Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.003 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.

August

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

0.0000 − 0.0477i

Drawing the boundary…

Now fie on foolish love

by Francis Beaumont

0.0009 − 0.0452i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

August

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Emperor Octavian, called the August,
I being his favorite, bestowed his name
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust,
In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage;
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim
The golden Harvests as my heritage.

Now fie on foolish love

by Francis Beaumont

Now fie on foolish love, it not befits
Or man or woman know it.
Love was not meant for people in their wits,
And they that fondly show it
Betray the straw, and features in their brain,
And shall have Bedlam for their pain:
If simple love be such a curse,
To marry is to make it ten times worse.

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