Poem fractal

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0.044 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Tavern

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.0825 − 0.9198i

Drawing the boundary…

Four Sisters

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.1193 − 0.9440i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Tavern

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May sit them down and rest.

There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.

There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.

Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.

Four Sisters

by Nora Hopper Chesson

In Connaught and Leinster 
Tears wait for me, 
But I dwell merrily 
Here by the sea. 
My kirtle's gold-bordered, 
Gold tires my hair, 
And red quicken-berries 
That Oscar once bare. 

In Connaught my mother 
Sits by her door, 
And calls her lost children 
Over and o'er. 
A high hall of Leinster 
Shuts in from me, 
Maive, Eily, Mairé, 
Mairé the Shee. 

Maive she has yellow hair 
Softer than silk: 
Eily has hazel eyes 
And skin like milk. 
Mairé's hair, chaffer-black, 
Hangs to her knee — 
Eyes gray and bright as swords, 
Mairé the Shee. 

Eily sings merrily 
All the day long, 
Mairé spins wearily 
To Eily's song. 
Black threads of sin she spins, 
Red threads of blame, 
White threads and yellow threads, 
Love: death: and shame. 

Which did he dearest hold, 
Mairé the Shee, 
Who sent him down to death 
In the gray sea! 
Eily his first beloved, 
Or Maive he wed? 
Or I whom once he crowned 
With berries red? 

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