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.

The Dreame

by Ben Jonson

0.2319 + 0.0953i

Drawing the boundary…

Implication

by Louis Untermeyer

0.1962 + 0.1089i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Dreame

by Ben Jonson

Or scorne, or pittie on me take,
I must the true Relation make,
I am undone to Night;
Love in a subtile Dreame disguis'd,
Hath both my heart and me surpriz'd,
Whom never yet he durst t'attempt awake;
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the Delight,
Or Spight,
But leaves me to inquire,
In all my wild desire
Of sleepe againe; who was his Aid?
And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight.

Implication

by Louis Untermeyer

God, you complain, gave you a pretty face—
And that, you half imply, explains it all;
Your sudden rise and still more sudden fall;
The flashy triumph and half-proud disgrace.
Bitter, but still resolved to keep your place,
You mock at signs of faith and honor, call
Life an unmeaning farce, a madman's brawl,
And lay it all on Him, in any case.

But why blame God? Is it His fault again?
He knows, it seems, little of needs or goals;
God's a haphazard giver, and all men
Grow careless with their battered aureoles.
He made you with a pretty face…. But then,
God can not make us all with pretty souls.

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