Poem fractal

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0.054 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 Wrong House

by A. A. Milne

0.3623 − 0.3625i

Drawing the boundary…

Scarborough Fair

by Francis James Child

0.3105 − 0.3759i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Wrong House

by A. A. Milne

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house and it wasn't a house—
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call. . . .
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.

Scarborough Fair

by Francis James Child

O where are you going? To Scarborough fair,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Where never a drop of water fell,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder heath,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Where never the rain nor the dew hath scotched,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.

Have you been to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to plow it with a ram’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it all up in a bunch of heather,
Then he shall be a true love of mine.

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