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.

Sunset

by Edgar A. Guest

−0.1094 − 0.3973i

Drawing the boundary…

The Kisse

by Thomas Stanley

−0.0836 − 0.4080i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Sunset

by Edgar A. Guest

Some days die, as some men,
Softly and peacefully, and then
Others with pain-wracked twisted forms
Go to their graves 'mid gales and storms,
And knowing only skies of gray
And the wind's weird wail they pass away.

I watched the death of yesterday.
Golden the couch on which it lay.
Imperial purple edged a cloud
As if it were a monarch's shroud,
And there was neither pain nor fright
To mar the silence of the night.

Beauty and glory watched beside
The old day's bed until it died.
Troops robed in scarlet seemed to stay
To bear the noble corpse away,
Then hooded dusk with footsteps slow
Lighted night's candles, row by row.

Lord, for my loved ones, this I pray:
Sweet be the sunset of their day!
May beauty grace their lives, and when
Thou call'st their spirits home again
May trails of glory round them sweep
As silently they fall asleep.

The Kisse

by Thomas Stanley

When on thy lip my soul I breath,
Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sence they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love.

Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sence;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispence;
Let such in words their minds display,
We in a kisse our mutual thoughts convey.

But since my soul from me doth flie,
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst not both retain; for I
Must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine
Restore, or in exchange let me have thine.

Yet if thou dost return mine own,
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more, or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, lesse kind.

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