Poem fractal

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0.057 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.

Up in the Air

by Allan Ramsay

0.7049 − 0.6564i

Drawing the boundary…

Perfume

by Arthur Symons

0.6480 − 0.6528i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Up in the Air

by Allan Ramsay

Now the sun’s gane out o’ sight,
Beet the ingle, an’ snuff the light;
In glens the fairies skip an’ dance,
An’ witches wallop o’er to France.

Up in the air
On my bonny grey mare;
An’ I see her yet, an’ I see her yet.
Up in the air
On my bonny grey mare.

The wind’s drifting hail an’ snaw
O’er frozen hags like a foot ba’;
Nae starns keek thro’ the azure slit,
It’s cauld an’ mirk as ony pit.

The man i’ the moon
Is carousing aboon,
D’ye see, d’ye see, d’ye see him yet.
The man i’ the moon
Is carousing aboon.

Tak your glass to clear your een,
It’s the elixir hales the spleen,
Baith wit an’ mirth it will inspire,
An’ gently puffs the lover’s fire.

Up in the air,
It drives away care;
Hae wi’ ye, hae wi’ ye, an’ hae wi’ ye lads, yet.
Up in the air,
It drives away care.

Steek the doors, keep out the frost;
Come, Willie, gie’s about your toast;
Till’t lads, an’ lilt it out,
An’ let us hae a blythesome bout.

Up wi’t there, there,
Dinna cheat, but drink fair,
Huzza, huzza, an’ huzza, lads, yet.
Up wi’t there, there,
Dinna cheat, but drink fair.

Perfume

by Arthur Symons

Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
Of those vague odours come and go
The way our kisses went.

Night gave this priceless hour of love,
But now the dawn steals in apace,
And amorously bends above
The wonder of your face.

"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet, ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.

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