Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.021 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.

May

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.1156 + 0.0980i

Drawing the boundary…

My words that once were virtuous

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.0945 + 0.0986i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

May

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o'er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May.

My words that once were virtuous

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My words that once were virtuous and expressed
Nearly enough the mortal joys I knew,
Now that I sit to supper with the blest
Come haltingly, are very poor and few.
Whereof you speak and wherefore the bright walls
Resound with silver mirth I am aware,
But I am faint beneath the coronals
Of living vines you set upon my hair.

Angelic friends that stand with pointed wings
Sweetly demanding, in what dulcet tone,
How fare I in this heaven of happy things,—
I cannot lift my words against your own.
Forgive the downcast look, the lyre unstrung;
Breathing your presence, I forget your tongue.

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