Poem fractal

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0.023 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 Visionary

by Emily Brontë

−0.3468 + 0.4278i

Drawing the boundary…

To Portsmouth

by David Melvill

−0.3245 + 0.4212i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Visionary

by Emily Brontë

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding-star.

Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e’er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

To Portsmouth

by David Melvill

To Portsmouth! To Portsmouth! It is a gallant town:
And there we will have a quart of wine with a nutmeg brown,
Diddle down!
The gallant ship, the Mermaid, the Lion, hanging stout,
Did make us to spend there our sixteen pence all out.
Diddle down!

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