Poem fractal

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0.013 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.

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

−0.1351 − 0.5433i

Drawing the boundary…

The spring of joy is dry

by Martin Peerson

−0.1265 − 0.5533i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

The golden sheep are feeding, and 
Their mouths harbour contentment,
Gladly my tongue praises 
This hour scourged of dissension 
By weight of their joyous fleeces.

The cloven hills are kneeling,
The sun such an anointment
Upon the forehead, on the hands and feet,
That all air is appointed
Our candid clothing, our elapsing state.

The spring of joy is dry

by Martin Peerson

The spring of joy is dry
That ran into my heart;
And all my comforts fly.
My love and I must part.
Farewell, my love, I go,
If fate will have it so.
Yet to content us both
Return again, as doth
The shadow to the hour,
The bee unto the flower,
The fish unto the hook,
The cattle to the brook,
That we may sport our fill
And love continue still.

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