Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

−0.0423 + 0.1324i

Drawing the boundary…

Time

by Sir Thomas More

−0.0701 + 0.1414i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

False Poets and True

by Thomas Hood

TO WORDSWORTH

Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!
His voice is heard, but body there is none
To fix the vague excursions of the eye.
So, poets' songs are with us, tho' they die
Obscured, and hid by death's oblivious shroud,
And Earth inherits the rich melody
Like raining music from the morning cloud.
Yet, few there be who pipe so sweet and loud
Their voices reach us through the lapse of space:
The noisy day is deafen'd by a crowd
Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race;
But only lark and nightingale forlorn
Fill up the silences of night and morn.

Time

by Sir Thomas More

I whom thou seest with horyloge in hand
Am namëd Time, the lord of every hour;
I shall in space destroy both sea and land.
O simple fame, how darest thou man honoúr,
Promising of his name, an endless flower,
Who may in the world have a name eternal,
When I shall in process destroy the world and all.

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