Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.025 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.

Time

by Sir Thomas More

−0.0701 + 0.1414i

Drawing the boundary…

To Sleep

by Philip Bourke Marston

−0.0742 + 0.1662i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

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.

To Sleep

by Philip Bourke Marston

O tender sleep! queen over ev'ry queen! 
Our mother, since from thy deep womb we spring, 
And unto thee return, and to thee bring 
Our weary limbs and wearier hearts, and lean 
Upon thy breast; thou who hast pitying seen 
Our woe on earth, and blunted life's sharp sting, 
And when we were in trouble did so sing, 
That we forgot what was and what had been, — 

Open thy gentle arms and take me in; 
Hide me! oh, hide me in thy mother-breast, 
Between thy bosom sweet, and long, soft hair: 
Yea, let me from thee drink the milk of rest: 
Lay all my virtue level with my sin, 
So that I have no thought of days that were. 

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