Poem fractal

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0.010 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 Desert

by Amastan Ag Mohamed

−0.0138 − 0.7511i

Drawing the boundary…

To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

−0.0086 − 0.7428i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Desert

by Amastan Ag Mohamed

Aẓuf d assine-nnegh,
It-tut amaḍan, it-tut taddart.
Ilewwiwen nagh innaggen, ad ittu,
Tikttatin-nnegh, teṭṭayen ɣef afaggan.

Iɣesan n aẓuf id-sawal di sdu,
Tafat tessawalen s wanan,
Netta id inekin ad t-tayegh,
Ad nerrar ɣefnettid, id dan ittu.

To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.

Such a fate rules over me,
That I glory when I languish,
And do blesse the remedy,
That doth feed, not quench my anguish.

'Twas a gentle warmth that ceas'd
In the vizard of a feavor;
But I feare now I am eas'd
All the flames, since I must leave her.

Joyes, though witherd, circled me,
When unto her voice inured
Like those who, by harmony,
Only can be throughly cured.

Sweet, sure, was that malady,
Whilst the pleasant angel hover'd,
Which ceasing they are all, as I,
Angry that they are recover'd.

And as men in hospitals,
That are maim'd, are lodg'd and dined;
But when once their danger fals,
Ah th' are healed to be pined!

Fainting so, I might before
Sometime have the leave to hand her,
But lusty, am beat out of dore,
And for Love compell'd to wander.

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