Poem fractal

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0.011 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.

On My Thirty-Third Birthday

by Lord Byron

−0.2620 − 0.4395i

Drawing the boundary…

To Celia

by Ben Jonson

−0.2527 − 0.4345i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On My Thirty-Third Birthday

by Lord Byron

Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty, 
I have dragg'd to three and thirty. 
What have these years left to me? 
Nothing — except thirty-three. 

To Celia

by Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
         And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
         And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
         Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
         I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
         Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
         It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
         And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
         Not of itself, but thee.

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