Poem fractal

Upon your held-out hand

by Dylan Thomas

27 October 1914 to 9 November 1953 (~39)

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In their words

“Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think.”

Famous as his purported last recorded words, though the attribution is disputed by biographers · Popularly attributed remark, New York, 1953

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Drawing the boundary…

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A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. A poem can be drawn the same way.

The poem’s constant is read from the build of its lines: their length, the size of the stanzas, and the share of vowels. Poems whose constants lie closer together are built more alike. The same poem always draws the same picture. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.

Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.

Poems nearby in the constant

A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

  1. Richard · −0.1139 + 0.1946i · 0.015 away · Compare side by side
  2. Fiona Macleod · −0.1051 + 0.1670i · 0.017 away · Compare side by side
  3. Algernon Charles Swinburne · −0.1458 + 0.1992i · 0.036 away · Compare side by side
  4. Banjo Paterson · −0.1205 + 0.2179i · 0.039 away · Compare side by side
  5. Richard · −0.1507 + 0.1595i · 0.040 away · Compare side by side
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