Poem fractal

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0.028 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.

Sight

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

−0.2639 + 0.1523i

Drawing the boundary…

Fly to my mistress

by Robert Herrick

−0.2898 + 0.1406i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Sight

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa's fire,
Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.

And as I lingered, lost in divine delight,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick...
When suddenly, behind me in the night,
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.

Fly to my mistress

by Robert Herrick

Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.

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