Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.011 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.

Cargoes

by John Masefield

−0.3492 − 0.0931i

Drawing the boundary…

Lilith, Lilith

by Herbert Gorman

−0.3474 − 0.0818i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Cargoes

by John Masefield

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rail, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

Lilith, Lilith

by Herbert Gorman

Lilith, Lilith wept for the moon:
Its icy beauty troubled her sleep,
Stirred and thrilled her breast with a tune
Of crystal notes that fluttered the deep.
Climbing up the tower of light,
She sought the sound and followed the flame:
Cold as snow, implacably white,
The moon spun high and muttered her name.

White as Adam's body of yore
And like that flesh she never could thrill,
Far and pale as Paradise door,
The vision flooded meadow and hill...
She, the flame, the passionate flower,
Awoke and cried for waking so soon…
In a glimmering scented sleepless bower,
Lilith, Lilith wept for the moon.

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