Poem fractal

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0.023 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.

Frog Haiku

by Matsuo Bashō

−0.2753 − 0.7745i

Drawing the boundary…

The River

by Sara Teasdale

−0.2836 − 0.7957i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Frog Haiku

by Matsuo Bashō

古池や 蛙飛び込む 水の音
(Furu ike ya / kawazu tobikomu / mizu no oto)
Old pond / A frog leaps in / Sound of water,

Old pond sits still, memories deep
Centuries of silence it keeps
Then in a moment, life leaps in
A splash that breaks the quiet's reign

One frog, one jump
One ripple in time
Old pond, new sound
A moment sublime

Water's voice, briefly awoken
Nature's poetry unspoken
In that sound, a truth unfolds
Of change and constants, young and old

古池や 蛙飛び込む 水の音
(Furu ike ya / kawazu tobikomu / mizu no oto)

In the span of a heartbeat
Past and present meet
A simple act, profound and neat
The cycle of life complete

One frog, one jump
One ripple in time
Old pond, new sound
A moment sublime

Old pond
A frog leaps in
Sound of water

古池や 蛙飛び込む 水の音
(Furu ike ya / kawazu tobikomu / mizu no oto)

Old pond waits, for the next surprise
Where stillness and motion harmonize

The River

by Sara Teasdale

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!"

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

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