Poem fractal

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0.014 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.

The Reeve's Tale

by Richard

−0.4383 − 0.4811i

Drawing the boundary…

Autumn Evening

by Ford Madox Hueffer

−0.4523 − 0.4819i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Reeve's Tale

by Richard

In a village far from here,
Lived a miller named Symkyn, oh dear,
He was known for his cheating ways,
Stealing corn for countless days.

Oh, the miller's gonna get his due,
With students John and Alan, too,
A tale of tricks and bedlam, oh,
In the Reeve's tale, let the laughter flow!

John and Alan, students bright,
Set off to set the miller right,
To catch him in his sneaky game,
And make him feel a bit of shame.

They watched him steal their corn away,
Then planned to make him rue the day,
With beds all swapped and tricks so sly,
They laughed and winked and then went by.

At night the miller snored so loud,
While his wife and daughter proud,
In beds were laid and soon were swapped,
With John and Alan, oh how they hopped!

In the dark, the chaos spread,
As everyone swapped around in bed,
The miller’s wife with Alan lay,
While John and daughter had their way.

Come morning light, what a sight,
The miller raged with all his might,
But John and Alan laughed with glee,
They'd had their fun and got off free.

So if you cheat and steal away,
Remember this tale, it’s here to stay,
For tricksters may be tricked as well,
In tales like this we love to tell!

Autumn Evening

by Ford Madox Hueffer

The cold light dies, the candles glow,
The wind whirls down the bare allée
Outside my gleaming window-panes
The phantom populations go,
Blown, amid leaves, above, below.

Yet these are solid German folk
Outside, beneath the thinning planes
And the reflections that awoke
At candle time upon my panes
Are misty, unsubstantial gleams.

Only outside, obscurity,
The waning light, the cold blue beams
And rafts of shadow trick the eye;
So that the frozen passers-by
Look ghosts—and only real seems
My candle lighted, lonely place,
The gleaming windows and your face
Looking in likeness from the wall
Where the fantastic shadows fall….

Now the ghosts pass, the cold wind cries,
The leaves sift downwards, the world dies,
But in the shadows, lo! your eyes.

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