Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.109 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.

Aftermath

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−1.0558 − 0.5219i

Drawing the boundary…

The wretch condemn'd with life to part

by Oliver Goldsmith

−0.9719 − 0.5912i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Aftermath

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mired with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.

The wretch condemn'd with life to part

by Oliver Goldsmith

The wretch condemn'd with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;
And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

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