Poem fractal

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0.034 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.

My Love is Dead

by Philip Bourke Marston

−0.3609 − 0.1425i

Drawing the boundary…

The Mermen

by Hart Crane

−0.3593 − 0.1762i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My Love is Dead

by Philip Bourke Marston

'Tis Spring, the fresh green glints in the brook, 
The primrose laughs from its shady nook, 
Winter away like a ghost has fled, — 
Let it be Spring, then — my love is dead! 

The Summer is come with burning light; 
The swallow wheels and dips in his flight; 
The Spring away like a ghost has fled, — 
Let it be Summer, my love is dead! 

Autumn is come, with its gold-tressed trees. 
Far through the wood sighs the dirge-like breeze; 
Summer away like a ghost has fled, — 
Let it be Autumn, my love is dead! 

The Winter is come, with white, wan cheek, 
The bare boughs toss, and the wild winds shriek; 
Autumn away like a ghost has fled, — 
Let it be Winter, my love is dead! 

The Mermen

by Hart Crane

Buddhas and engines serve us undersea;
Though why they bide here, only hell that's sacked
Of every blight and ingenuity—
Can solve.

The Cross alone has flown the wave.
But since the Cross sank, much that's warped and cracked
Has followed in its name, has heaped its grave.

Oh—

Gallows and guillotines to hail the sun
And smoking wracks for penance when day's done!

No—

Leave us, you idols of Futurity—alone,
Here where we finger moidores of spent grace
And ponder the bright stains that starred this Throne

—This Cross, agleam still with a human Face!

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