Poem fractal

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0.017 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 Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

−0.0770 − 0.5120i

Drawing the boundary…

Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

−0.0602 − 0.5148i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Plough

by Richard Henry Horne

Above yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;
All silent is the earth and sky,
Except with his own lonely moods
The blackbird holds a colloquy.

Over the broad hill creeps a beam,
Like hope that gilds a good man's brow;
And now ascends the nostril-stream
Of stalwart horses come to plough.

Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind
Your labour is for future hours:
Advance—spare not—nor look behind—
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!

Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

Oh, garments vast, with folds that sweep,
Like ocean waves in twilight deep,
Thy beauty hides a dreadful snare,
A fiery fate beyond compare.

The crinoline, with pride adorned,
A queenly frame by fashion mourned,
Yet in thy breadth, the embers lie,
A spark to doom, a flame to die.

See Fanny’s hands with waxen seal,
Her dress ignites—no time to heal.
The poet weeps; his muse is stilled,
By fire’s cruel hand, her life was killed.

Oscar’s sisters danced in mirth,
Their gowns aflame—a cursed birth.
The laughter turned to cries of pain,
As fire consumed the silken train.

O fashion’s folly! O vanity’s cost!
So many lives so cruelly lost.
The forest primeval mourns thy plight,
Its pines and hemlocks wail at night.

Let us not forget their cries,
The women caught in flame that flies.
A lesson learned from beauty’s bane:
Beware the spark; resist the flame.

So sing we now this somber tune,
Beneath the stars and waning moon.
For those who danced in fire's embrace,
May peace be theirs in heaven's grace.

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