Poem fractal

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0.229 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.

My dove, my beautiful one

by James Joyce

1.2785 − 1.1869i

Drawing the boundary…

Thursday

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

1.2888 − 0.9582i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My dove, my beautiful one

by James Joyce

My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise,
My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,
My sister, my love,
White breast of the dove,
My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head.
My fair one, my fair dove,
Arise, arise!

Thursday

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday—
So much is true.

And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what
Is that to me?

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