Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.016 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 Innovator

by Stephen Vincent Benét

−0.1064 − 0.5175i

Drawing the boundary…

Beowulf's Saga

by Richard

−0.0937 − 0.5078i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Innovator

by Stephen Vincent Benét

I said, "Why should a pyramid
Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it! Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!"
And as I bade they did.

The people flocked in, scores on scores,
To see it balance on its tip.
They praised me with the praise that bores,
My godlike mind on every lip.
—Until it fell, of course.

And then they took my body out
From my crushed palace, mad with rage,
—Well, half the town was wrecked, no doubt—
Their crazy anger to assuage
By dragging it about.

The end? Foul birds defile my skull.
The new king's praises fill the land.
He clings to precept, simple, dull;
His pyramids on bases stand.
But—Lord, how usual!

Beowulf's Saga

by Richard

In Geatland bold, a hero rose,
Beowulf his name, the tale it goes.
From shores of home to Hrothgar’s hall,
He heard the call, he’d heed them all.

Raise your horns, sing of glory,
Beowulf's brave, enduring story.
In the halls of kings and battle's fire,
He forged his fate, through realms dire.

Grendel came, a monstrous plight,
In Herot's heart, he struck at night.
Beowulf sailed o'er the sea,
To end the fiend and set men free.

With grip of steel, he faced the beast,
Tore limb from limb, the feast did cease.
Yet darker threats lay still in wait,
A mother's wrath, a dragon's fate.

In murky depths, the mother dwelled,
A vengeful heart, her fury swelled.
Beowulf dove into the deep,
To claim his victory and peace to keep.

Years did pass, a king renowned,
Yet one last foe would bring him down.
A dragon fierce with breath of flame,
Beowulf faced his final claim.

In ancient halls his deeds remain,
A hero’s song, a timeless strain.
Beowulf's name in saga lore,
Lives evermore, forevermore.

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