Poem fractal

He Laments that His Love is Dead

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

17 August 1840 to 10 September 1922 (~82)

Browse poets 678
In their words

“The country districts are still quite untouched by our Western ugliness.”

Expressing his resistance to the aesthetic effects of European modernisation · Diary, 7 November 1900

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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. Isaac Rosenberg · 0.1242 + 0.9751i · 0.025 away · Compare side by side
  2. Richard Monckton Milnes · 0.1217 + 0.9318i · 0.031 away · Compare side by side
  3. Arthur O'Shaughnessy · 0.0979 + 0.9161i · 0.043 away · Compare side by side
  4. William Blake · 0.0624 + 0.9045i · 0.070 away · Compare side by side
  5. William Wordsworth · 0.0392 + 1.0015i · 0.079 away · Compare side by side
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