Poem fractal

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0.025 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.

Life

by T. E. Brown

−0.2577 − 0.0859i

Drawing the boundary…

A Hunting Song

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.2781 − 0.0717i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Life

by T. E. Brown

O life of man, if life 'tis meet to call
This rolling with a rolling ball
Some seventy periods round the sun—
O life, that only art to have begun
A life, then straight art not a life at all.

O rigid curve mechanical,
If thou wert only absolute,
If all our energies were summed in thee,
If one great pathos thrilled the iron ring,
If, points upon the circle, fixed and mute
We felt the dominant spring
And strain of power, then were it blest to be!—

Not death would all be death, if, truly free,
We had the motion of the sphere,
If no quick atom jarred
Oblique, and crossed the act divine,
And vexed the loyal round with idiot cheer
Of self, and scrabbled all the line
With zigzags of the will, and kindly oneness marred.

A Hunting Song

by Amelia Alderson Opie

To the chace let's away the hounds are in sight,
And hark their full tones to the forest invite.
See they lead — let's pursue
For the Fox is in view,
Hark away hark hark away
To the sport of the day.

Who'd tarry behind such joys being nigh
As the Fox full in sight, and the hounds full in cry.
O the joys of the chace,
See he slackens his pace,
See he pants as he flies,
Now he totters and dies.

Not long was the sport, but each joyous soul
In song shall renew it at night o'er the bowl.
Sly Reynard again shall die in the strain
While the sport breathing song,
We in chorus prolong
And cry while mirth beams on each health-speaking face
'No joys sure can equal the joys of the chace.'

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