Poem fractal

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0.019 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.

On Some Pictures

by Bernard Barton

−0.3422 − 0.4595i

Drawing the boundary…

On an Infant's Grave

by John Clare

−0.3252 − 0.4503i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On Some Pictures

by Bernard Barton

They err'd not who relied for fame
On works of such magnificence;
Whose charms, unchangeably the same,
Surprise and ravish soul and sense.

For here, though long since dead, they live
With power to waken smiles and tears;
And to unconscious canvass give
What lived and breathed in distant years:

What still shall captivate, when we
Who now with admiration gaze,
Like those who fashion'd them, shall be
The creatures of departed days.

Still shall that sleeping infant's face
Beauty and innocence reveal;
That sainted mother's matron grace
To every mother's heart appeal.

Those misty mountains still shall rise,
As now they do; those vales expand;
And still those torrents, trees, and skies,
Tell of each master's magic hand.

On an Infant's Grave

by John Clare

Beneath the sod where smiling creep
The daisies into view,
The ashes of an Infant sleep,
Whose soul’s as smiling too;
Ah! doubly happy, doubly blest,
(Had I so happy been!)
Recall’d to heaven’s eternal rest,
Ere it knew how to sin.

Thrice happy Infant! great the bliss
Alone reserv’d for thee;
Such joy ’twas my sad fate to miss,
And thy good luck to see;
For oh! when all must rise again,
And sentence then shall have,
What crowds will wish with me, in vain,
They’d fill’d an infant’s grave.

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