Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.020 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 Gallant Weaver

by Robert Burns

0.0468 − 0.3030i

Drawing the boundary…

The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

0.0655 − 0.2947i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Gallant Weaver

by Robert Burns

Where Cart rins rowin to the sea,
By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant weaver.
Oh, I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart would tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,
To gie the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And gie it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;
While bees delight in op'ning flowers;
While corn grows green in simmer showers,
I'll love my gallant weaver.

The Heart Breaking

by Abraham Cowley

It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.

I thought that this some remedy might prove;
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Cut by this chance in pieces small,
In all still lived, and still it stung in all.

And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every smallest corner still
Lives with the torment which the whole did kill.

Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
And into several quarters get;
Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Than all joined in one body did before.

How many Loves reign in my bosom now!
How many loves, yet all of you!
Thus have I changed with evil fate
My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.

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