Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.161 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.

Letters

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

1.0914 − 0.0051i

Drawing the boundary…

The Female God

by Isaac Rosenberg

1.0275 − 0.1534i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Letters

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

Almost a week, and not a line from you.
And just a year ago, once every day,
Or three times, even, you would write and say
"I love you! Oh, I love you! It's all true!
It's like a song, our love is. Oh, my dear
There isn't any minute I don't miss you!
If I could only touch you now, or kiss you!
Things are just flat and stale without you here!"

Oh, yeh? Let's see this note six days ago:
"Not much of any news…it's awful hot…
I don't do very much…. Oh, I forgot;
I went last night with Charlie to a show…. "

What was that movie line about "Love's dawn"?
Where's the waste-basket? Please excuse the yawn.

The Female God

by Isaac Rosenberg

We curl into your eyes—
They drink our fires and have never drained.
In the fierce forest of your hair
Our desires beat blindly for their treasure.

In your eyes' subtle pit,
Far down, glimmer our souls.
And your hair like massive forest trees
Shadows our pulses, overtired and dumb.

Like a candle lost in an electric glare
Our spirits tread your eyes' infinities.
In the wrecking waves of your tumultuous locks
Do you not hear the moaning of our pulses?

Queen! Goddess! Animal!
In sleep do your dreams battle with our souls?
When your hair is spread like a lover on the pillow
Do not our jealous pulses wake between?

You have dethroned the ancient God,
You have usurped his Sabbath, his common days,
Yea! every moment is delivered to you,
Our Temple, our Eternal, our one God.

Our souls have passed into your eyes,
Our days into your hair,
And you, our rose-deaf prison, are very pleased with the world,
Your world.

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