Poem fractal

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0.030 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.

Dog-Tired

by D. H. Lawrence

−0.2579 − 0.3266i

Drawing the boundary…

Gold Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.2276 − 0.3274i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Dog-Tired

by D. H. Lawrence

If she would come to me here,
Now the sunken swaths
Are glittering paths
To the sun, and the swallows cut clear
Into the low sun—if she came to me here!

If she would come to me now,
Before the last mown harebells are dead,
While that vetch clump yet burns red;
Before all the bats have dropped from the bough
Into the cool of night—if she came to me now!

The horses are untackled, the chattering machine
Is still at last. If she would come,
I would gather up the warm hay from
The hill-brow, and lie in her lap till the green
Sky ceased to quiver, and lost its tired sheen.

I should like to drop
On the hay, with my head on her knee
And lie stone still, while she
Breathed quiet above me—we could stop
Till the stars came out to see.

I should like to lie still
As if I was dead—but feeling
Her hand go stealing
Over my face and my hair until
This ache was shed.

Gold Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

"Gold of butterflies, gold of bees, 
Gold of ragweeds and golden seas; 
Gold on gorses for kissing's sake, 
Which of these will you touch and take, 
Moirin, Moirin?" 

Golden butterfly's not for me, 
I'll ha' none o' the golden bee: 
My heart of gold shall not beat nor break, 
Though I love the gorses for kissing's sake, 
Mother, Mother! 

"Then rest you merry, through heat and cold, 
Sweet lips of cherry, sweet heart of gold; 
Yet Gold-Heart surely shall come some day 
To cry for gray wings to fly away, 
Moirin, Moirin!" 

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