Poem fractal

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0.048 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.

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

−0.0659 − 0.9388i

Drawing the boundary…

Confluents

by Christina Rossetti

−0.0481 − 0.9837i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

A twig crackles behind me….
I start, and turn in fear
As flashes of terror blind me…
There is nothing near.

An eye gleams from the shadow…
Ah, it is only the sun…
What haunts this wood, this meadow?
What have I done?

Confluents

by Christina Rossetti

As rivers seek the sea,
  Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee
  Far away:
As running rivers moan
On their course alone
  So I moan
  Left alone.

As the delicate rose
  To the sun's sweet strength
Doth herself unclose,
  Breadth and length:
So spreads my heart to thee
Unveiled utterly,
  I to thee
  Utterly.

As morning dew exhales
  Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
  After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth's face;
  I, no trace
  On thy face.

Its goal the river knows,
  Dewdrops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
  In her day:
Shall I, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at the last?
  Sorrow past,
  Thee at last?

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