Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.053 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.

No Man Is an Island

by John Donne

0.3586 + 0.0851i

Drawing the boundary…

Now peep, bo-peep

by Francis Pilkington

0.3442 + 0.1361i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

No Man Is an Island

by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were.
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

Now peep, bo-peep

by Francis Pilkington

Now peep, bo-peep, thrice happy, blessed mine eyes,
For I have found fair Phillis where she lies,
Upon her bed, with arms unspread, all fast asleep.
Unmasked her face, thrice happy grace, farewell my sheep.

Look to yourselves, new charge I must approve,
Phillis doth sleep, and I must guard my love.

Now peep, bo-peep, mine eyes, to see your bliss.
Phillis’ closed eyes attract you, hers to kiss.
O may I now perform my vow, love’s joy t’impart,
Assay the while how to beguile, farewell faint heart.

Taken she is, new joys I must approve,
Phillis doth sleep, and I will kiss my love.

Now peep, bo-peep, be not too bold, my hand,
Wake not thy Phillis, fear she do withstand.
She stirs, alas, alas, alas, I faint in sprite.
She opes her eye, unhappy I, farewell delight.

Awaked she is, new woes I must approve,
Phillis awakes, and I must leave my love.

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