Poem fractal

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0.033 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 Reed

by Josephine Preston Peabody

0.7653 − 0.3270i

Drawing the boundary…

Róisín Dubh

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.7966 − 0.3381i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Reed

by Josephine Preston Peabody

It is not every one may blow
The Music through the reed.
It takes stanch breath indeed:
But would you so?
Outbrave the voice of war;
Or hail a star;
Or be so strong that you could keep unsaid
— While your heart bled —
One little word.
O Singer, never doubt you shall be heard!

Róisín Dubh

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Everyone knows that a rose will fade, 
(Sure I knew, too!) 
So why would I be a whit dismayed 
When you died, Róisín Dubh? 
For a day and a night and a morrow 
The bloom of you — 
Then death: and what use of sorrow 
For a rose, Róisín Dubh? 

Yet, little black rose, so dear you were, 
So sweet you grew, 
And your stem is sad now you are not there, 
And your leaves, Róisín Dubh! 
O little black rose, my soul I'd give, 
(My body, too!) 
For a day, for an hour, that you might live 
On your bush, Róisín Dubh! 

Sweet, sweet, till the world was glad for you, 
And kinder, too — 
Now your bush and your world are sad for you, 
Róisín Dubh! 

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