Poem fractal

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

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The Little Ghost

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.4536 − 0.7159i

Drawing the boundary…

Old Song

by Hart Crane

−0.4744 − 0.7155i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Little Ghost

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that 
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown’s white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
   What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
   I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
   With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
   Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
   To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
   The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
   And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
   A gate that once was there.

Old Song

by Hart Crane

Thy absence overflows the rose,—
From every petal gleam
Such words as it were vain to close,
Such tears as crowd the dream.

So eyes that mind thee fair and gone,
Bemused at waking, spend
On skies that gild thy remote dawn
More hopes than here attend.

The burden of the rose will fade
Sped in the spectrum's kiss.
But here the thorn in sharpened shade
Weathers all loneliness.

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