Poem fractal

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0.019 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.

Moveless Memories

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Moveless Memories

by Philip Bourke Marston

Blow, autumn wind of this tempestuous night! 
Roar through this garden, and bear down these trees; 
Surely to-night thy voice is as the seas, 
And all my heart exultant in thy might! 
Lo! thou wast up before the morning light, 
And in the darkness thou dost take no ease; 
But ever thy wild clamor doth increase. 
As through thy waves the nightbirds wing their flight: 

Roar thyself hoarse, thy rage is all in vain, 
Thou canst not from this garden, or this grove, 
Drive forth the undying memories of love. 
Nor hush at all the sweet mysterious strain 
They sing, who never into sleep descend, 
But keep perpetual vigil to the end. 

The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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