Poem fractal

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0.064 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.

You'll love Me yet

by Robert Browning

0.6630 − 0.5174i

Drawing the boundary…

E. T.

by Richard Aldington

0.7273 − 0.5211i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

You'll love Me yet

by Robert Browning

You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
    Your love's protracted growing:
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,
    From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed
    At least is sure to strike,
And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed,
    Not love, but, may be, like.

You'll look at least on love's remains,
    A grave's one violet:
Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.
    What 's death? You'll love me yet!

E. T.

by Richard Aldington

You too are dead,
The coarse and ignorant,
Carping against all that was too high
For your poor spirit to grasp,
Cruel and evil-tongued—
Yet you died without a moan or whimper.

O, not I, not I should dare to judge you!
But rather leave with tears your grave
Where the sweet grass will cover all your faults
And all your courage too.

Brother, hail and farewell!

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