Poem fractal

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0.012 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 Enchanted Traveller

by Bliss Carman

0.0536 − 0.9519i

Drawing the boundary…

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

0.0614 − 0.9427i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Enchanted Traveller

by Bliss Carman

We travelled empty-handed
With hearts all fear above,
For we ate the bread of friendship,
We drank the wine of love.

Through many a wondrous autumn,
Through many a magic spring,
We hailed the scarlet banners,
We heard the blue-bird sing.

We looked on life and nature
With the eager eyes of youth,
And all we asked or cared for
Was beauty, joy, and truth.

We found no other wisdom,
We learned no other way,
Than the gladness of the morning,
The glory of the day.

So all our earthly treasure
Shall go with us, my dears,
Aboard the Shadow Liner,
Across the sea of years.

O the voice of woman’s love!

by John Clare

O the voice of woman’s love!
What a bosom-stirring word!
Was a sweeter ever uttered,
Was a dearer ever heard,
Than woman’s love?

How it melts upon the ear,
How it nourishes the heart!
Cold, ah! cold, must his appear,
Who hath never shared a part
Of woman’s love.

’Tis pleasure to the mourner,
’Tis freedom to the thrall;
The pilgrimage of many,
And resting place of all,
Is woman’s love.

’Tis the gem of beauty’s birth,
It competes with joys above;
What were angels upon earth,
If without a woman’s love—
A woman’s love?

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