Poem fractal

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0.039 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.

The Song

by Humbert Wolfe

0.3569 − 0.7874i

Drawing the boundary…

The Philosopher

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.3201 − 0.8015i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Song

by Humbert Wolfe

If that is a sword, break it!
If that is hatred, go!
Here is life as we would make it,
where none can say us "No."

You have brought silver, crude as
the first who sold his Lord.
Throw down the pieces, Judas,
as idle as the sword!

You nothing knew? Make fast your
soul to what no one knows!
Here is the upland pasture,
green at the edge of the snows.

No guide to lead, or only
the peak that none has trod.
Who goes with us, goes lonely
between his soul and God.

We have found peace, not your peace
but the eagles' peace as they hover,
a terrible bright, unsure peace,
of the lover that has no lover.

Go back and say you have seen us
with no shadow before or behind,
save the shadow of your God between us
and the God that we go to find.

The Philosopher

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?

I know a man that’s a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man in my mind?

Yet women’s ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell,—
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?

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