Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.007 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 Forsaken Wife

by Elizabeth Thomas

0.6648 − 0.5506i

Drawing the boundary…

Mise Raifteirí an File

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

0.6694 − 0.5562i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Forsaken Wife

by Elizabeth Thomas

Methinks, ’tis strange you can’t afford
One pitying look, one parting word;
Humanity claims this as due,
But what’s humanity to you?

Cruel man! I am not blind,
Your infidelity I find;
Your want of love my ruin shows,
My broken heart, your broken vows.
Yet maugre all your rigid hate,
I will be true in spite of fate;
And one preeminence I’ll claim,
To be for ever still the same.

Show me a man that dare be true,
That dares to suffer what I do;
That can for ever sigh unheard,
And ever love without regard:
I then will own your prior claim
To love, to honour, and to fame;
But till that time, my dear, adieu,
I yet superior am to you.

Mise Raifteirí an File

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

Mise Raifteirí an file,
Bruite brónach bocht,
Is searbh mo chás, mo sgéal féinig,
Gan airgead, gan óir, gan phingin.

Gan lúth i gcos, gan radharc i súil,
A' dul i méid gach uile dhóigh;
Gan aon duine le mo threorú,
Ach Dia liom is mo bhata.

Fadó bhíodh mé ag ól is ag pógadh,
Ag imirt cártaí is ag rince,
Ach anois táim lag, fann, agus tinn,
Agus ní féidir liom siúl ná léim.

Tá mo chroí trom, tá mo cheann faoi bhrón,
Tá mo shúile dall, ní fheicim aon rud;
Tá mo chluasa bodhar, ní chloisim ceol binn,
Agus níl aon neart i mo lámha.

Ach tá súil agam go bhfaighidh mé áit
I measc na naomh i gcathair na glóire,
Áit a mbeidh mé sásta agus sona,
Saor ó gach pian agus péin.

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