Poem fractal

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0.128 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.

Matter

by Louis Untermeyer

0.1096 − 1.3994i

Drawing the boundary…

Garden

by Hilda Doolittle

0.0248 − 1.3038i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Matter

by Louis Untermeyer

When I was a live man
A few years ago,
For all I might say,
For all I could do.

I got no attention;
My life was so small
The world didn't know
I was living at all.

Such stolid indifference
I couldn't allow;
I swore that I'd matter—
Never mind how.

But after a lifetime
Of hunger and prayer,
I broke my heart trying
To make the world care.

And now as I lie here,
Feeding this tree,
I am more to the world
Than it is to me.

Garden

by Hilda Doolittle

You are clear
O rose, cut in rock,
hard as the descent of hail.

I could scrape the colour
from the petals
like spilt dye from a rock.

If I could break you
I could break a tree.

If I could stir
I could break a tree—
I could break you.

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air—
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat—
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.

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