Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.017 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.

An Autumn Picture

by Alfred Austin

−0.3324 + 0.7282i

Drawing the boundary…

Here Lies a Lady

by John Crowe Ransom

−0.3458 + 0.7173i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

An Autumn Picture

by Alfred Austin

Now round red roofs stand russet stacks arow: 
Homeward from gleaning in the stubbly wheat, 
High overhead the harsh rook saileth slow, 
And cupless acorns crackle 'neath your feet. 
No breeze, no breath, veereth the oasthouse hoods, 
Whence the faint smoke floats fragrantly away; 
And, in the distance, the half-hazy woods 
Glow with the barren glory of decay. 
Vainly the bramble strives to drape the hedge, 
Whose leafless gaps show many an empty nest: 
The chill pool stagnates round the seeded sedge; 
And, as the sunset saddens in the west, 
Funereal mist comes creeping down the dale, 
And widowed Autumn weeps behind her veil. 

Here Lies a Lady

by John Crowe Ransom

Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree.
Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills,
The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three,
And of medicos marvelling sweetly on her ills.

For either she burned, and her confident eyes would blaze,
And her fingers fly in a manner to puzzle their heads—
What was she making? Why, nothing; she sat in a maze
Of old scraps of laces, snipped into curious shreds—

Or this would pass, and the light of her fire decline
Till she lay discouraged and cold as a thin stalk white and blown,
And would not open her eyes, to kisses, to wine;
The sixth of these states was her last; the cold settled down.

Sweet ladies, long may ye bloom, and toughly I hope ye may thole,
But was she not lucky? In flowers and lace and mourning,
In love and great honour we bade God rest her soul
After six little spaces of chill, and six of burning.

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