Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.020 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 Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

−0.0973 − 0.5143i

Drawing the boundary…

The Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

−0.0770 − 0.5120i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

'Father, father, where are you going?
    O do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
    Or else I shall be lost.'

The night was dark, no father was there,
    The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
    And away the vapour flew.

The Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

Above yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;
All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
The blackbird holds a colloquy.

Over the broad hill creeps a beam,
Like hope that gilds a good man's brow;
And now ascends the nostril-stream
Of stalwart horses come to plough.

Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind
Your labour is for future hours:
Advance—spare not—nor look behind—
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!

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