Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.046 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 Universal Epitaph

by John Clare

0.6023 − 0.6529i

Drawing the boundary…

Perfume

by Arthur Symons

0.6480 − 0.6528i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Universal Epitaph

by John Clare

No flattering praises daub my stone,
My frailties and my faults to hide;
My faults and failings all are known—
I liv’d in sin—in sin I died.

And oh! condemn me not, I pray,
You who my sad confession view;
But ask your soul, if it can say,
That I’m a viler man than you.

Perfume

by Arthur Symons

Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
Of those vague odours come and go
The way our kisses went.

Night gave this priceless hour of love,
But now the dawn steals in apace,
And amorously bends above
The wonder of your face.

"Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet, ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.

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