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.

There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale

−0.6472 − 0.2200i

Drawing the boundary…

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

−0.6726 − 0.2339i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake,
When shall my woeful wailing cease,
When shall my tears and mourning make
Mercy and pity me to release?
When shall the pensive heart find peace,
When shall the mind find quiet rest,
That hath been long with thought oppressed?

How long shall I in woe lament,
How long shall I in care complain,
How long shall danger me torment,
Augmenting still my deadly pain?
Till hope and dread between them twain
Agree that hope have her request,
Till then live I with thought oppressed.

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