Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.037 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.

Begging Another

by Ben Jonson

0.1020 − 0.2937i

Drawing the boundary…

The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

0.0655 − 0.2947i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Begging Another

by Ben Jonson

For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Here's none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.

Once more, and faith I will be gone;
Can he that loves ask less than one?
Nay, you may err in this
And all your bounty wrong;
This could be called but half a kiss,
What we're but once to do, we should do long.

I will but mend the last, and tell
Where, how it should have relished well;
Join lip to lip, and try
Each suck other's breath.
And whilst our tongues perplexed lie,
Let who will, think us dead or wish our death.

The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.

I thought that this some remedy might prove;
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Cut by this chance in pieces small,
In all still lived, and still it stung in all.

And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every smallest corner still
Lives with the torment which the whole did kill.

Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
And into several quarters get;
Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Than all joined in one body did before.

How many Loves reign in my bosom now!
How many loves, yet all of you!
Thus have I changed with evil fate
My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.

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