Poem fractal

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0.020 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.

The Last Word

by Matthew Arnold

−0.2394 − 0.6112i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lass I Love

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.2591 − 0.6086i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Last Word

by Matthew Arnold

Creep into thy narrow bed,—
Creep, and let no more be said.
Vain thy onset! all stands fast.
Thou thyself must break at last.

Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!
Thou art tired: best be still.

They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?
Better men fared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot, and passed,
Hotly charged—and sank at last.

Charge once more, then, and be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come,
When the forts of folly fall,
Find thy body by the wall!

The Lass I Love

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

The lass I love, oh, red's her cheek, 
Her eyes are bits o' heaven; 
The reason isn't hard to seek — 
Her mother's out of Devon. 

The lass I love, her plaits are black, 
Her tongue is soft and merry — 
Her grandad got his pedlar's pack 
Among the hills o' Kerry. 

The lass I love has thrift for three, 
For 'twas her mother's granny 
That loved a sailor from Dundee, 
Where all the folk are cannie. 

Now naught o' hers I've found to link 
With land of leek and daffy, 
And yet she's thieved my heart (I'll think), 
So there's your touch o' Taffy! 

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