Poem fractal

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0.052 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Enkindled Spring

by D. H. Lawrence

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Drawing the boundary…

Solitude

by Lord Byron

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Enkindled Spring

by D. H. Lawrence

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of green-fire trees, and flame-green bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up, and the flickering, watery rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of earth, this blaze
Of growing, these smoke-puffs that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people blowing across my gaze!

And I, what sort of fire am I among
This conflagration of spring? the gap in it all —!
Not even palish smoke like the rest of the throng.
Less than the wind that runs to the flamy call!

Solitude

by Lord Byron

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, 
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, 
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, 
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; 
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, 
With the wild flock that never needs a fold: 
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; 
This is not solitude; 't is but to hold 
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd. 

But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, 
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, 
And roam along, the world's tired denizen, 
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; 
Minions of splendor shrinking from distress! 
None that, with kindred consciousness endued, 
If we were not, would seem to smile the less 
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; 
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.

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