Poem fractal

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0.040 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.

How dear to me the hour

by Thomas Moore

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Drawing the boundary…

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

How dear to me the hour

by Thomas Moore

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light, that plays
Along the smooth wave toward the burning west,
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

Not from this anger, anticlimax after 
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower 
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods 
In a land strapped by hunger 
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds 
And bear those tendril hands I touch across 
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over 
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover 
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

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