Poem fractal

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0.012 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 Wife of Bath's Tale

by Richard

−0.0784 − 0.6284i

Drawing the boundary…

One Foot on Sea, and One on Shore

by Christina Rossetti

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Wife of Bath's Tale

by Richard

In a town not far from here,
Lived a dame, Alisoun so dear,
Five husbands she had, oh my,
Each one brought her joy, oh why?

Oh, Alisoun, with wit so grand,
Five husbands by your command,
Tales you tell of love and life,
With laughter and a bit of strife!

Once upon a time, they say,
Alisoun met a knight one day,
For his crime, he must repent,
By learning what women want, so spent.

Through woods and fields, they went around,
Seeking truth that must be found,
Women desire sovereignty,
Over their husbands, oh so free.

The knight found a hag, so wise,
Offered her the knight’s prize,
She asked for marriage, bold and true,
The knight, dismayed, what could he do?

They wed, though the knight was scared,
But soon the hag’s wisdom bared,
To his surprise, she turned fair,
Beauty found in love and care.

So here’s to Alisoun, so wise,
With laughter in her bright eyes,
Five husbands taught her well, you see,
In love and life and revelry!

Raise a toast to Alisoun,
With her tales, we all have fun,
In Chaucer’s words, we find delight,
The Wife of Bath, a shining light!

One Foot on Sea, and One on Shore

by Christina Rossetti

"Oh tell me once and tell me twice
And tell me thrice to make it plain,
When we who part this weary day,
When we who part shall meet again."

"When windflowers blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain,
Then we who part this weary day,
Then you and I shall meet again."

"Yet tell me once before we part,
Why need we part who part in pain?
If flowers must blossom on the sea,
Why, we shall never meet again.

"My cheeks are paler than a rose,
My tears are salter than the main,
My heart is like a lump of ice
If we must never meet again."

"Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,
And live or die, for all's in vain;
For life's in vain since we must part,
And parting must not meet again

"Till windflowers blossom on the sea,
And fishes skim along the plain;
Pale rose of roses let me be,
Your breaking heart breaks mine again."

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