Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.062 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.

Twilight

by John Masefield

−0.2543 + 1.2281i

Drawing the boundary…

The Name

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

−0.2099 + 1.1847i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Twilight

by John Masefield

Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call.
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all,
There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end,
Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend.

I think of the friends who are dead, who were dear long ago in the past,
Beautiful friends who are dead, though I know that death cannot last;
Friends with the beautiful eyes that the dust has defiled,
Beautiful souls who were gentle when I was a child.

The Name

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

Thy name was once the magic spell, by which my thoughts were bound,
And burning dreams of light and love were wakened by that sound;
My heart beat quick when stranger tongues, with idle praise or blame,
Awoke its deepest thrill of life, to tremble at that name.

Long years — long years have passed away, and altered is thy brow;
And we who met so gladly once, must meet as strangers now;
The friends of yore come round me still, but talk no more of thee;
'Tis idle ev’n to wish it now — for what art thou to me?

Yet still thy name, thy blessed name, my lonely bosom fills,
Like an echo that hath lost itself among the distant hills.
Which still, with melancholy note, keeps faintly lingering on,
When the jocund sound that woke it first is gone — for ever gone.

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