Poem fractal

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0.022 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…

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.0760 − 0.5087i

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.

O Welcome Bonny Month of May

by Amelia Alderson Opie

O welcome bonny Month of may
I love thy charms to view!
Now birds I hear on ev'ry spray,
And I hear Donald too,
Thou art the month that brings
The Swain who comes my hand to woo—
I see thy verdure deck the plain,
And I see Donald too.

Yet bonny, bonny month of May,
My heart's so fond, and true,
If Donald's absent, well-a-day!
No charms in thee I view.
But if he's here, when winter's snows
The frozen earth bestrew,
I smile to hear each wind that blows,
For I hear Donald too.

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