Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.029 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.

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

−0.3378 + 0.2390i

Drawing the boundary…

The Little Vagabond

by William Blake

−0.3545 + 0.2154i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

O, human Destiny! thou art a mystery,
Which tasks the o'erwearied intellect in vain;
O, World! thou art a cabalistic history,
Whose lessons madden and destroy the brain.
O, Life! whose page, a necromantic scroll,
Is charactered with sentences of terror,
Which, like the shapes on a magician's mirror,
At once bewilder and appal the soul,

We blindly roam thy Labyrinth of Error,
And clasp a phantom when we gain thy goal.
Yet roll, thou troubled Flood of Time! Still bear
Thy base wrecks to the whirlgulf of the Past,
But Man and Heaven will bless thee if thou hast
Spared for their final sphere the Noble and the Fair.

The Little Vagabond

by William Blake

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Besides, I can tell where I am used well;
Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach, and drink, and sing,
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.

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