Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.111 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.

Le Papillon

by Alphonse de Lamartine

0.6102 + 0.5147i

Drawing the boundary…

On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

0.5598 + 0.6134i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Le Papillon

by Alphonse de Lamartine

Naître avec le printemps, mourir avec les roses,
Sur l’aile du zéphyr nager dans un ciel pur,
Balancé sur le sein des fleurs à peine écloses,
S’enivrer de parfums, de lumière et d’azur,
Secouant, jeune encor, la poudre de ses ailes,
S’envoler comme un souffle aux voûtes éternelles,
Voilà du papillon le destin enchanté!
Il ressemble au désir, qui jamais ne se pose,
Et sans se satisfaire, effleurant toute chose,
Retourne enfin au ciel chercher la volupté!

On the Nature of Love

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

You ask my love. What shall my love then be? 
A hope, an aspiration, a desire? 
The soul’s eternal charter writ in fire 
Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea? 
You ask my love. The carnal mystery 
Of a soft hand, of finger-tips that press, 
Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss, 
Of sweet things known to thee and only thee? 
You ask my love. What love can be more sweet 
Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain. 
The soul is more than joy, the life than meat. 
The sweetest love of all were love in pain, 
And that I will not give. So let it be. 
—Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.

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