Poem fractal

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0.027 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.

Oh, no more, no more

by John Ford

0.1066 − 0.6051i

Drawing the boundary…

Submergence

by D. H. Lawrence

0.0883 − 0.5850i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Oh, no more, no more

by John Ford

Oh, no more, no more, too late
Sighs are spent; the burning tapers
Of a life as chaste as fate,
Pure as are unwritten papers,
Are burned out; no heat, no light
Now remains; 'tis ever night.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes,
Locked in endless dreams,
Th' extremes of all extremes,
Ope no more, for now Love dies.
Now Love dies — implying
Love's martyrs must be ever, ever dying.

Submergence

by D. H. Lawrence

When along the pavement,
Palpitating flames of life,
People flicker round me,
I forget my bereavement,
The gap in my life's constellation,
The place where a star used to be.

Nay, though the pole-star
Is blown out like a candle,
And all the heavens are wandering in disarray,
Yet when pleiads of people are
Deployed around me, and I see
The street's long, outstretched milky-way!

When people flicker down the pavement
I forget my bereavement.

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