Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.060 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.

Mujer

by William Carlos Williams

0.1268 − 1.0556i

Drawing the boundary…

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

0.0669 − 1.0580i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Mujer

by William Carlos Williams

Oh, black Persian cat!
Was not your life
already cursed with offspring?
We took you for rest to that old
Yankee farm,—so lonely
and with so many field mice
in the long grass—
and you return to us
in this condition —!

Oh, black Persian cat.

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

No more violets,
And the year
Broken into smoky panels.
What woods remember now
Her calls, her enthusiasms.

That ritual of sap and leaves
The sun drew out,
Ends in this latter muffled
Bronze and brass. The wind
Takes rein.

If, dusty, I bear
An image beyond this
Already fallen harvest,
I can only query, "Fool—
Have you remembered too long;

Or was there too little said
For ease or resolution—
Summer scarcely begun
And violets,
A few picked, the rest dead?"

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