Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.058 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.

Nature

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

−0.6883 − 0.2894i

Drawing the boundary…

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

−0.6726 − 0.2339i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Nature

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

A subtle chain of countless rings
The next unto the farthest brings;
The eye reads omens where it goes,
And speaks all languages the rose;
And, striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.

The rounded world is fair to see,
Nine times folded in mystery:
Though baffled seers cannot impart
The secret of its laboring heart,
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west.
Spirit that lurks each form within
Beckons to spirit of its kin;
Self-kindled every atom glows
And hints the future which it owes.

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake

by Thomas Tallis

When shall my sorrowful sighing slake,
When shall my woeful wailing cease,
When shall my tears and mourning make
Mercy and pity me to release?
When shall the pensive heart find peace,
When shall the mind find quiet rest,
That hath been long with thought oppressed?

How long shall I in woe lament,
How long shall I in care complain,
How long shall danger me torment,
Augmenting still my deadly pain?
Till hope and dread between them twain
Agree that hope have her request,
Till then live I with thought oppressed.

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