Poem fractal

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0.008 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.

The Joyful Widower

by Robert Burns

0.1410 − 0.5304i

Drawing the boundary…

Coronach, or Death-Wail

by Charles Mackay

0.1405 − 0.5221i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Joyful Widower

by Robert Burns

I married with a scolding wife
The fourteenth of November;
She made me weary of my life,
By one unruly member.
Long did I bear the heavy yoke,
And many griefs attended;
But to my comfort be it spoke,
Now, now her life is ended.

We liv'd full one-and-twenty years
A man and wife together;
At length from me her course she steer'd,
And gone I know not whither:
Would I could guess, I do profess,
I speak, and do not flatter,
Of all the woman in the world,
I never could come at her.

Her body is bestowed well,
A handsome grave does hide her;
But sure her soul is not in hell,
The deil would ne'er abide her.
I rather think she is aloft,
And imitating thunder;
For why,—methinks I hear her voice
Tearing the clouds asunder.

Coronach, or Death-Wail

by Charles Mackay

Wail! Wail!
For a sun hath set,
Which no returning morrow 
Shall ever call 
From the darksome pail,
To beam upon our sorrow!
Moan! Moan!
O'er his dwelling lone,
As ye heap the clod above him:
Dead! Dead!
His soul hath fled
From the hearts that lived to love him!

Wail! Wail!
Though our tears be vain,
For the soul in glory shining!
Yet how can those 
Who have seen his close 
Forbear for awhile repining?
Moan! Moan! 
O’er the narrow stone;
Body and soul must sever!
Dead! Dead!
His spirit hath fled.
And a star hath set for ever!

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