Poem fractal

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0.037 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.

Harlem Sunset

by Richard

−0.2808 + 0.6952i

Drawing the boundary…

Summer, be seen no more within this wood

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.3063 + 0.7223i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Harlem Sunset

by Richard

Saw you walkin' down Lenox, shades low, hat tilted just right
Caught the rhythm in your stride, a mellow taking flight
Trumpet solo in your smile, saxophone in your sway
My heart, a runaway drum, couldn't help but wanna play

Hey there, handsome stranger, with a groove I can't deny
Got that somethin' special, got that fire in your eyes
This city's full of stories, but tonight, it's just me and you
Let's paint the Harlem sunset, with a love that's bold and true

Moonlight paints your face silver, whispers secrets in the breeze
We move like the subway rumbles, a symphony of knees
The sax wails a bluesy sigh, the piano hums a plea
This night's a canvas, baby, and we're the artistry

Don't know your name, don't need to know
This connection's deeper than any seed we sow
Underneath the city lights, a rhythm takes control
Let the music be our guide, let our hearts freely stroll

Yeah, let's paint the Harlem sunset, with a love that's brand new
Just me and you, baby, just me and you

Summer, be seen no more within this wood

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer, be seen no more within this wood;
Nor you, red Autumn, down its paths appear;
Let no more the false mitrewort intrude
Nor the dwarf cornel nor the gentian here;
You too be absent, unavailing Spring,
Nor let those thrushes that with pain conspire
From out this wood their wild arpeggios fling,
Shaking the nerves with memory and desire.
Only that season which is no man’s friend,
You, surly Winter, in this wood be found;
Freeze up the year; with sleet these branches bend
Though rasps the locust in the fields around.
Now darken, sky! Now shrieking blizzard, blow!—
Farewell, sweet bank; be blotted out with snow.

 

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