Poem fractal

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0.086 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.

Now Let No Charitable Hope

by Elinor Wylie

0.8026 − 0.8345i

Drawing the boundary…

Mammy's Baby Scared

by Waverley Turner Carmichael

0.7736 − 0.9159i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Now Let No Charitable Hope

by Elinor Wylie

Now let no charitable hope 
Confuse my mind with images 
Of eagle and of antelope: 
I am by nature none of these. 

I was, being human, born alone; 
I am, being woman, hard beset; 
I live by squeezing from a stone 
The little nourishment I get. 

In masks outrageous and austere 
The years go by in single file; 
But none has merited my fear, 
And none has quite escaped my smile. 

Mammy's Baby Scared

by Waverley Turner Carmichael

Hush now, mammy's baby scaid,
Don' it cry, eat yo' bread;
Nothin' aint goin' bother you,
Does', it bothers mammy too.

Mammy aint goin' left it 'lone
W'ile de chulen all are gone;
Hush, now, don' it cry no mo'e,
Aint goin' lay it on de flo'.

Hush now, finish out yo' nap,
W'ile I make yo' luttle cap;
Blessid luttle sugar-pie,
Hush now, baby, don' it cry.

Mammy's goin' to make its dres',
Go to sleep an' take yo' res';
Hush now, don' it cry no mo'e,
Aint goin' lay you on de flo'.

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