Poem fractal

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0.101 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.

Fayre eyes

by Edmund Spenser

0.5336 + 0.6601i

Drawing the boundary…

Natural Magic

by Robert Browning

0.4472 + 0.6083i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Fayre eyes

by Edmund Spenser

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, 
what wondrous vertue is contaynd in you, 
the which both lyfe and death forth from you dart 
into the obiect of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with louely hew,
then is my soule with life and loue inspired 
but when ye lowre, or looke on me askew, 
then doe I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
looke euer louely, as becomes you best, 
that your bright beams of my weak eies admyred, 
may kindle liuing fire within my brest.
Such life should be the honor of your light,
such death the sad ensample of your might.

Natural Magic

by Robert Browning

All I can say is—I saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady,—I swear,
From the head to the foot of her—well, quite as bare!
"No Nautch shall cheat me," said I, "taking my stand
At this bolt which I draw!" And this bolt—I withdraw it,
And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered
With—who knows what verdure, o'erfruited, o'erflowered?
Impossible! Only—I saw it!

All I can sing is—I feel it!
This life was as blank as that room;
I let you pass in here. Precaution, indeed?
Walls, ceiling, and floor,—not a chance for a weed!
Wide opens the entrance: where's cold, now, where's gloom?
No May to sow seed here, no June to reveal it,
Behold you enshrined in these blooms of your bringing,
These fruits of your bearing—nay, birds of your winging!
A fairy-tale! Only—I feel it!

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