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.

A Woman's Last Word

by Robert Browning

−0.1489 − 1.2491i

Drawing the boundary…

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

−0.1494 − 1.1997i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Woman's Last Word

by Robert Browning

Let's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
—Only sleep!

What so wild as words are?
I and thou
In debate, as birds are,
Hawk on bough!

See the creature stalking
While we speak!
Hush and hide the talking,
Cheek on cheek.

What so false as truth is,
False to thee?
Where the serpent's tooth is,
Shun the tree—

Where the apple reddens,
Never pry—
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and I.

Be a god and hold me
With a charm!
Be a man and fold me
With thine arm!

Teach me, only teach, Love!
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought—

Meet, if thou require it,
Both demands,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands.

That shall be to-morrow,
Not to-night:
I must bury sorrow
Out of sight:

—Must a little weep, Love,
(Foolish me!)
And so fall asleep, Love,
Loved by thee.

Blood-Sweet

by Richard

He hung on the dark root,  
the tiger breathing under him  
like a hot, patient earth.

Two mice came—  
night-mouse, day-mouse—  
and ate the living fibre  
that held him to the world.

Then the fruit:  
a small, sudden redness  
in the leaves,  
warm, ripe,  
blood-sweet.

He put it to his mouth.  
The flesh gave.  
The juice ran into him.

And the quick of his blood  
woke,  
even as the vine thinned,  
even as the beast waited—

Life,  
naked and complete,  
in the last ripe instant  
before the fall.

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