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.

I would in that sweet bosom be

by James Joyce

0.4858 − 0.6479i

Drawing the boundary…

A Cry

by Sara Teasdale

0.5057 − 0.6701i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

I would in that sweet bosom be

by James Joyce

I would in that sweet bosom be
    (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
    Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
    (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
    Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.

A Cry

by Sara Teasdale

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.

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