Poem fractal

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0.017 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

−0.0602 − 0.5148i

Drawing the boundary…

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.0760 − 0.5087i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

Oh, garments vast, with folds that sweep,
Like ocean waves in twilight deep,
Thy beauty hides a dreadful snare,
A fiery fate beyond compare.

The crinoline, with pride adorned,
A queenly frame by fashion mourned,
Yet in thy breadth, the embers lie,
A spark to doom, a flame to die.

See Fanny’s hands with waxen seal,
Her dress ignites—no time to heal.
The poet weeps; his muse is stilled,
By fire’s cruel hand, her life was killed.

Oscar’s sisters danced in mirth,
Their gowns aflame—a cursed birth.
The laughter turned to cries of pain,
As fire consumed the silken train.

O fashion’s folly! O vanity’s cost!
So many lives so cruelly lost.
The forest primeval mourns thy plight,
Its pines and hemlocks wail at night.

Let us not forget their cries,
The women caught in flame that flies.
A lesson learned from beauty’s bane:
Beware the spark; resist the flame.

So sing we now this somber tune,
Beneath the stars and waning moon.
For those who danced in fire's embrace,
May peace be theirs in heaven's grace.

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

O welcome bonny Month of may
I love thy charms to view!
Now birds I hear on ev'ry spray,
And I hear Donald too,
Thou art the month that brings
The Swain who comes my hand to woo—
I see thy verdure deck the plain,
And I see Donald too.

Yet bonny, bonny month of May,
My heart's so fond, and true,
If Donald's absent, well-a-day!
No charms in thee I view.
But if he's here, when winter's snows
The frozen earth bestrew,
I smile to hear each wind that blows,
For I hear Donald too.

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