Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.004 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 Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

−0.0687 − 0.6249i

Drawing the boundary…

Sands

by Witter Bynner

−0.0729 − 0.6254i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My Song

by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr.

I sang me a song, a tiny song,
A song that was sweet to my soul,
And set it a-float on the sea of chance
In search of a happy goal.

I said to my song: "Go on, go on
And lodge in a tender spot
Of some human soul where the fires of hate
And selfishness are not."

My song went on but a little space
And hied it back to me;
And fell at my feet in a sorry plight—
The victim of cruelty.

I gazed a moment and quickly saw
Just how it had come about,
A cruel critic had caught my song
And probed the soul of it out.

O, poor indeed is the human mind
(And why was it ever wrought?)
That can thrive on husk in the form of words,
And not on a sturdy thought.

Sands

by Witter Bynner

I fell on a dune and slept,
Sharp grasses by my head:
While armies far-off warred and wept,
I joined the earth instead.
Until I moved my hand
And was awake again
And shook myself out of the sand
To the cold wind of men.

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content