Poem fractal

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0.037 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.

To the Ladies Des Baux

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.2818 − 0.2555i

Drawing the boundary…

In the Dark

by A. A. Milne

0.3101 − 0.2313i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To the Ladies Des Baux

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Ladies of Aries and of Les Baux, 
Where do your roses bloom to-day? 
Such roses as no gardens grow 
Since the world put off green for gray. 
Ah! gay Baussette and Etiennette, 
Have yours, too, fallen dim and dead, 
Or are they warm and fragrant yet, 
Your heavy roses, dusky-red? 

Where are the songs that Cabestan 
Made long ago to your gold hair, 
Your eyes' gray fire that shamed the dawn, 
Your mouth's red blossom, Berengere? 
And Chateau-Vert's forgot, Berard, 
The chatelaine's forgotten, too, — 
And Marie dwells where shadows are 
And keeps, may be, no thought of you. 

Passe-Rose has passed all roses by, 
Except Death's roses white of blee: 
And none of all her lovers sigh 
That France grows no such flower as she! 
So for a little time, farewell, 
You roses of a warmer day, 
Till I come also where you dwell, 
Where Love is blind and needs must stay. 

In the Dark

by A. A. Milne

I've had my supper,
And had my supper,
And HAD my supper and all;
I've heard the story
Of Cinderella,
And how she went to the ball;
I've cleaned my teeth,
And I've said my prayers,
And I've cleaned and said them right;
And they've all of them been
And kissed me lots,
They've all of them said "Good-night."

So — here I am in the dark alone,
There's nobody here to see;
I think to myself,
I play to myself,
And nobody knows what I say to myself;
Here I am in the dark alone,
What is it going to be?
I can think whatever I like to think,
I can play whatever I like to play,
I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,
There's nobody here but me.

I'm talking to a rabbit…
I'm talking to the sun…
I think I am a hundred — 
I'm one.
I'm lying in a forest…
I'm lying in a cave…
I'm talking to a Dragon…
I'm BRAVE.
I'm lying on my left side…
I'm lying on my right…
I'll play a lot to-morrow…
 …….
I'll think a lot to-morrow…
 …….
I'll laugh…
a lot…
to-morrow…
(Heigh-ho!)
Good-night.

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