Poem fractal

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0.021 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Summoner's Tale

by Richard

−0.1341 − 0.7495i

Drawing the boundary…

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting

by Mathilde Blind

−0.1491 − 0.7647i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Summoner's Tale

by Richard

In a village old and quaint,
Lived a friar, far from saint,
Begging alms and preaching lies,
Filling folks with false goodbyes.

Oh, the friar, oh, what a lark,
Always sneaking in the dark,
Greedy for the gifts and gold,
But soon his tale will be retold!

To a sick man, Thomas named,
Went the friar, quite untamed,
"Give to me, your soul I'll save,
In Heaven you'll have golden pave."

Thomas, tired of friar’s greed,
Hatched a plan to meet his need,
"Lay your hand upon my rear,
And a special gift you'll hear."

The friar leaned in, unsuspecting,
Thomas farted, quite affecting,
Loud and long, the gift did blow,
Leaving friar in a show!

Friar ran to the lord's hall,
Told his tale to one and all,
But the lord and squire laughed with glee,
At the friar's fart folly!

"Divide that fart among your kin,
Each a piece, so thin and thin,
Share it out, let all partake,
Of the gift you tried to take."

So beware the greedy friar,
Seeking gifts to lift him higher,
For in the end, a fart might be,
The only gift for hypocrisy!

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting

by Mathilde Blind

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting,
Wooing now, and now retreating;
Brightest joy and blackest care,
Swift as light, and light as air.

Would you seize and fix and capture
All his evanescent rapture?
Bind him fast with golden curls,
Fetter with a chain of pearls?

Would you catch him in a net,
Like a white moth prankt with jet?
Clutch him, and his bloomy wing
Turns a dead, discoloured thing!

Pluck him like a rosebud red,
And he leaves a thorn instead;
Let him go without a care
And he follows unaware.

Love, oh, Love's a dainty sweeting,
Wooing now, and now retreating;
Lightly come, and lightly gone,
Lost when most securely won!

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