Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

Before the Squall

by Arthur Symons

−0.1105 − 0.6499i

Drawing the boundary…

A Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

−0.1156 − 0.6213i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Before the Squall

by Arthur Symons

The wind is rising on the sea,
     White flashes dance along the deep,
That moans as if uneasily
     It turned in an unquiet sleep.

Ridge after rocky ridge upheaves
     A toppling crest that falls in spray
Where the tormented beach receives
     The buffets of the sea’s wild play.

On the horizon’s nearing line,
     Where the sky rests, a visible wall.
Grey in the offing, I divine
     The sails that fly before the squall.

A Little Boy Lost

by William Blake

'Nought loves another as itself,
    Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
    A greater than itself to know.

'And, father, how can I love you
    Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
    That picks up crumbs around the door.'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
    In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
    And all admired his priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,
    'Lo, what a fiend is here!' said he:
'One who sets reason up for judge
    Of our most holy mystery.'

The weeping child could not be heard,
    The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
    And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
    Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
    Are such things done on Albion's shore?

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