Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.040 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.

God's Acre

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.6211 + 0.0451i

Drawing the boundary…

Perhaps

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

God's Acre

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

God's-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown
The seed that they had garnered in their hearts,
Their bread of life, alas! no more their own.

Into its furrows shall we all be cast,
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.

Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom,
In the fair gardens of that second birth;
And each bright blossom mingle its perfume
With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.

With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,
And spread the furrow for the seed we sow;
This is the field and Acre of our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow!

Perhaps

by John Van Alstyne Weaver

Perhaps it were far better not to know
Beauty. Perhaps one should not ever see
The moonlight shedding silver on a tree;
Or apple-bloom. Perhaps one should not go
Where Spring may thrust her little swords of green
Through strongest armor; nor smell birchen leaves
Smould'ring to incense; nor receive the keen
Flicks of a breeze that stirs the new-bound sheaves.

Perhaps one should but guess how two may stand
Merging their spirits by the clasp of hand
In hand, while in their inmost hearts they hear
A far-off swooning music drawing near….

Perhaps he is more fortunate, who goes
Dreaming and wondering, and never knows.

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