Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.040 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.

Triad

by Adelaide Crapsey

−0.5485 − 0.7848i

Drawing the boundary…

Wild-cat, gnat and I

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.5841 − 0.8031i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Triad

by Adelaide Crapsey

These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow . . . the hour
Before the dawn . . . the mouth of one
Just dead.

Wild-cat, gnat and I

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wild-cat, gnat and I
Go our ways under a grey sky.
Little that Himself has made
Ever finds me quite afraid . . .
Though if cat clawed me,
Gnat gnawed me,
I should shriek, or roll in grass,
Asking that this trouble pass.

Things that hunt in hunger
I stroke, across my fear:
Only anger
Brings the crashing tear.

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