Poem fractal

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0.005 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 Woodspurge

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

−0.0556 − 0.5157i

Drawing the boundary…

Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

−0.0602 − 0.5148i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Woodspurge

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walked on at the wind's will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,—
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,—
The woodspurge has a cup of three.

Lament for the Crinoline's Flame

by Richard

Oh, garments vast, with folds that sweep,
Like ocean waves in twilight deep,
Thy beauty hides a dreadful snare,
A fiery fate beyond compare.

The crinoline, with pride adorned,
A queenly frame by fashion mourned,
Yet in thy breadth, the embers lie,
A spark to doom, a flame to die.

See Fanny’s hands with waxen seal,
Her dress ignites—no time to heal.
The poet weeps; his muse is stilled,
By fire’s cruel hand, her life was killed.

Oscar’s sisters danced in mirth,
Their gowns aflame—a cursed birth.
The laughter turned to cries of pain,
As fire consumed the silken train.

O fashion’s folly! O vanity’s cost!
So many lives so cruelly lost.
The forest primeval mourns thy plight,
Its pines and hemlocks wail at night.

Let us not forget their cries,
The women caught in flame that flies.
A lesson learned from beauty’s bane:
Beware the spark; resist the flame.

So sing we now this somber tune,
Beneath the stars and waning moon.
For those who danced in fire's embrace,
May peace be theirs in heaven's grace.

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