Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Pierrot

by Adelaide Crapsey

−0.1778 − 1.3172i

Drawing the boundary…

Jehovah

by Alice Corbin

−0.1528 − 1.2608i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Pierrot

by Adelaide Crapsey

Pierrot is dying;
Tiptoe in,
Finger touched to lip,
Harlequin,
Columbine and Clown.

Hush! how still he lies
In his bed,
White slipped hand and white
Sunken head.
Oh, poor Pierrot.

There's his dressing-gown
Across the chair,
Slippers on the floor…
Can he hear
Us who tiptoe in?

Pillowed high he lies
In his bed;
Listen, Columbine.
"He is dead."
Oh, poor Pierrot.

Jehovah

by Alice Corbin

God the Omnipotent,
How Thy purpose fails!
How little all
Thy thundering speech avails:

For somewhere in
The heart of man and beast,
Thy word of famine
Turneth to a feast;

And even while
The Soul of nature bleeds,
On lilies white
It pastureth and feeds.

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