Poem fractal

The Tavern

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

22 December 1869 to 6 April 1935 (~66)

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In their words

“Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.”

Emphasising character and resourcefulness in difficult circumstances · Prose remark, commonly attributed

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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. Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan · −0.5275 + 0.0891i · 0.025 away · Compare side by side
  2. Leigh Hunt · −0.5121 + 0.0812i · 0.026 away · Compare side by side
  3. Stephen Hawes · −0.5182 + 0.0957i · 0.034 away · Compare side by side
  4. Alfred Austin · −0.5422 + 0.0998i · 0.036 away · Compare side by side
  5. Alfred Douglas · −0.5111 + 0.1035i · 0.044 away · Compare side by side
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