Dear urge no more that killing cause Of our divorce; Love is not fetter'd by such laws, Nor bows to any force: Though thou deniest I should be thine, Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine.
Oh rather frown away my breath With thy disdain, Or flatter me with smiles to death; By joy or sorrow slain, 'Tis lesse crime to be kill'd by thee, Then I thus cause of mine own death should be.
Thy self of beauty to devest And me of love, Or from the worth of thine own breast Thus to detract, would prove In us a blindnesse, and in thee At best a sacrilegious modestie.
But (Celia) if thou wilt despise What all admire, Nor rate thy self at the just price Of beauty or desire, Yet meet my flames and thou shalt see That equal love knows no disparity.
Dizzily dropping, to the gulf I fall, The bright bolt in my brain! Vainly upon the heavenly gods I call, Murmuring a mortal's pain.
Deep under deep receives me, and no wing Bears up the astonished soul:— Only the fire-eyed stars have ceased to sing. And the gray sea to roll.
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Track 1
How this picture is made
What a fractal is
A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. The large form and the small form are the same kind of thing. A poem can be drawn that way. The shape of the whole comes from the shape of the lines.
Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.
How the boundary is drawn
The number under the picture is the poem constant. It is read from the build of the lines: their length, how uneven they are, the size of the stanzas, the share of vowels, and the way the lines end. A new word moves the number when it changes that build. The same poem always gives the same number.
Drawn on its own, that number sits in a quiet part of the plane, and most poems would look like the same soft disk. So the number is carried outward along its own direction until it meets the edge of the Mandelbrot set, where the shape turns sharp. The picture is the Julia set of that meeting place.
Each point on the canvas is folded again and again by one small rule. Points that stay near the rule form the dark interior. Points that rush away become the coloured bands. The hue comes from the poem constant, and the brightest bands turn toward gold. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.
What the branching signifies
Branching draws the poem as a tree. Each turn follows a line, and every smaller branch repeats that pattern. A longer line reaches farther. The letters at the start of a line bend the next turn. A higher share of vowels opens the branches wider.
The trunk takes its colour from the poem constant and warms toward gold at the tips. When the poem has more than one stanza, gold forks leave the trunk. Each fork is a stanza beyond the first, up to three. The tree divides where the poem divides. One stanza remains a single trunk.