Poem fractal

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0.017 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.

Second Life

by William Edmondstoune Aytoun

−0.4908 − 0.5726i

Drawing the boundary…

We Might Have Coupled

by Mina Loy

−0.5071 − 0.5672i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Second Life

by William Edmondstoune Aytoun

After life's departing sigh,
To the spots I loved most dearly,
In the sunshine and the shadow,
By the fountain welling clearly,
Through the wood and o'er the meadow,
Flit I like a butterfly.

There a gentle pair I spy.
Round the maiden's tresses flying,
From her chaplet I discover
All that I had lost in dying.
Still with her and with her lover.
Who so happy then as I?

For she smiles with laughing eye;
And his lips to hers he presses,
Vows of passion interchanging,
Stifling her with sweet caresses,
O'er her budding beauties ranging;
And around the twain I fly.

And she sees me fluttering nigh;
And beneath his ardour trembling,
Starts she up—then off I hover.
'Look there, dearest!' Thus dissembling,
Speaks the maiden to her lover—
'Come and catch that butterfly!'

We Might Have Coupled

by Mina Loy

We might have coupled
In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips

We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily news
Printed in blood on its wings

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