Poem fractal

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0.049 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…

To Blossoms

by Robert Herrick

0.6685 − 0.6899i

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.

To Blossoms

by Robert Herrick

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here a-while,
To blush and gently smile;
And go at last.

What, were ye born to be
An hour or half's delight;
And so to bid good-night?
'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth,
Merely to show your worth,
And lose you quite.

But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride,
Like you, a-while;—they glide
Into the grave.

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