Poem fractal

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0.038 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.

Beautiful Lie the Dead

by Stephen Phillips

0.3198 − 1.1251i

Drawing the boundary…

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

0.3076 − 1.0893i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Beautiful Lie the Dead

by Stephen Phillips

Beautiful lie the dead;
  Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
  Strangely contented.

Like ships, the anchor dropped,
  Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
  In a deep water.

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

Go talk to her, sweet flower, 
To whom I fain would talk 
Tell her I hour by hour 
Pine on my own poor stalk. 

Tell her that I should live 
Not quite so sore distressed, 
If she to you would give 
A throne upon her breast 

Tell her that should she hie 
To my parched plot to see 
If I be dead, that I 
No more should withered be. 

If I were dead, her feet 
My spirit would revive, 
As may her bosom sweet 
Keep you, sweet flower, alive. 

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