Poem fractal

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0.049 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.

Dream-Land

by Christina Rossetti

−0.6173 − 0.8063i

Drawing the boundary…

Long Last

by Philip Arthur Larkin

−0.5761 − 0.8336i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Dream-Land

by Christina Rossetti

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmèd sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, forevermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake,
Night that no morn shall break,
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

Long Last

by Philip Arthur Larkin

Suddenly, not long before 
Her eighty-first birthday,
The younger sister died 
Next morning, the elder lay 
Asking the open door 
Why it was light outside,

Since nobody had put on 
The kettle, or raked the ashes,
Or come to help her find 
The dark way through her dress 
This went on till nearly one 
Later, she hid behind

The gas stove 'Amy's gone,
Isn't she' they remember her saying, 
And 'No' when the married niece 
Told her the van was coming 
Her neck was leaf-brown 
She left cake on the mantelpiece.

This long last childhood 
Nothing provides for.
What can it do each day 
But hunt that imminent door 
Through which all that understood 
Has hidden away?

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