Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.025 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.

The Vagabond

by Robert Louis Stevenson

0.3318 − 0.6758i

Drawing the boundary…

Here in a rocky cup

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.3205 − 0.6982i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Vagabond

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Give to me the life I love,
  Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
  And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
  Bread I dip in the river --
There's the life for a man like me,
  There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
  Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
  And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
  Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
  And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
  Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
  Biting the blue finger;
White as meal the frosty field --
  Warm the fireside haven --
Not to autumn will I yield,
  Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
  Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
  And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
  Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above
  And the road below me.

Here in a rocky cup

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Here in a rocky cup of earth
The simple acorn brought to birth
What has in ages grown to be
A very oak, a mighty tree.
The granite of the rock is split
And crumbled by the girth of it.

Incautious was the rock to feed
The acorn’s mouth; unwise indeed
Am I, upon whose stony heart
Fell softly down, sits quietly,
The seed of love’s imperial tree
That soon may force my breast apart.

“I fear you not. I have no doubt
My meagre soil shall starve you out!”

Unless indeed you prove to be
The kernel of a kingly tree;
Which if you be I am content
To go the way the granite went,
And be myself no more at all,
So you but prosper and grow tall.

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content