Poem fractal

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0.018 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.

The Damp

by John Donne

0.0698 − 0.0335i

Drawing the boundary…

Hatred

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

0.0821 − 0.0197i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Damp

by John Donne

When I am dead, and doctors know not why,
And my friends’ curiosity
Will have me cut up to survey each part,
When they shall find your picture in my heart,
You think a sudden damp of love
Will through all their senses move,
And work on them as me, and so prefer
Your murder to the name of massacre.

Poor victories! But if you dare be brave,
And pleasure in your conquest have,
First kill the enormous giant, your disdain,
And let the enchantress Honor next be slain.
And like a Goth and Vandal rise,
Deface records and histories
Of your own arts and triumphs over men,
And without such advantage kill me then.

For I could muster up as well as you
My giants, and my witches too,
Which are vast constancy and secretness,
But these I neither look for, nor profess.
Kill me as woman; let me die
As a mere man. Do you but try
Your passive valor, and you shall find then,
In that you have odds enough of any man.

Hatred

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I shall hate you
Like a dart of singing steel
Shot through still air
At even-tide.
Or solemnly
As pines are sober
When they stand etched
Against the sky.
Hating you shall be a game
Played with cool hands
And slim fingers.
Your heart will yearn
For the lonely splendor
Of the pine tree;
While rekindled fires
In my eyes
Shall wound you like swift arrows.
Memory will lay its hands
Upon your breast
And you will understand
My hatred.

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