Poem fractal

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0.031 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.

Let Me Not Forget

by Rabindranath Tagore

−0.3481 + 0.2051i

Drawing the boundary…

Come, sable night

by John Ward

−0.3532 + 0.1743i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Let Me Not Forget

by Rabindranath Tagore

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
- let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.

Come, sable night

by John Ward

Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole,
And help Amyntas sadly to condole.
Behold, the sun hath shut his golden eye,
The day is spent, and shades fair lights supply.
All things in sweet repose
Their labors close;
Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing,
Whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.

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