Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.095 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.

Bird-Song

by James Edwin Campbell

0.6564 − 0.3903i

Drawing the boundary…

In Youth Is Pleasure

by Robert Wever

0.6653 − 0.2958i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Bird-Song

by James Edwin Campbell

Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to stay, to stay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it,
And smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheersen! Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen!
See all the hillsides turning green,
The sun is bright,
The sky is light,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!.

Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to play, to play.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it—
O smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
O list our notes, they rise, they sink
Upon the air,
So rich, so rare,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!

Cheereen! Cheewink! O toiler,
'Tis time to work, to work.
The brook tells thee, the brawler,
'Tis time to cease to shirk.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
Not of the toil but harvest think,
Bring out thy plow,
'Tis work time now,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!

In Youth Is Pleasure

by Robert Wever

In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamèd fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go—
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my hart is surely pyght
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

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