Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.026 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.

August

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

0.0000 − 0.0477i

Drawing the boundary…

Written for a Personal Epitaph

by Dylan Thomas

0.0029 − 0.0737i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

August

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Emperor Octavian, called the August,
I being his favorite, bestowed his name
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust,
In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage;
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim
The golden Harvests as my heritage.

Written for a Personal Epitaph

by Dylan Thomas

Feeding the worm
Who do I blame 
Because laid down 
At last by time,
Here under the earth with girl and thief,
Who do I blame?
Mother I blame 
Whose loving crime 
Moulded my form 
Within her womb,
Who gave me life and then the grave,
Mother I blame.
Here is her labour’s end,
Dead limb and mind,
All love and sweat 
Gone now to rot.
I am man’s reply to every question,
His aim and destination.

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