Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

Love and Age

by Leigh Hunt

0.2204 − 0.0098i

Drawing the boundary…

The Mandrake Root

by Herbert Gorman

0.1915 − 0.0100i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Love and Age

by Leigh Hunt

When young, I loved. At that delicious age, 
So sweet, so short, love was my sole delight;
And when I reached the time for being sage, 
Still I loved on, for reason gave me right.

Age comes at length, and livelier joys depart,
Yet gentle ones still kiss these eyelids dim;
For still I love, and love consoles my heart; 
What could console me for the loss of Him?

The Mandrake Root

by Herbert Gorman

The mandrake root! Your face is grey as iron;
Your eyes are chilled with something dead and bleak;
You have the pride in sorrow that Lord Byron
Enchanted London with. And for a week

You've fumbled through the leaves and touched the quick
Of this despairing plant and felt it crack
Between your nervous fingers. Are you sick?—
For mandrakes are an aphrodisiac.

O, come. This will not do. The feeble note
You play is like a drop within a cup
No louder than the pulses in your throat
That bid you now to pull this damned thing up.

One root is in your heart; the other, in
The heart you filled and emptied with a curse…
A sturdy pull and everything that's been
Will merely echo that it might be worse.

The mandrake root! O pull it up forever
And fling its bleeding leaves upon the ground,
And understand that Time is like a river
That washes hollow wounds without a sound.

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