Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.119 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.

Infant Joy

by William Blake

0.8018 − 1.1809i

Drawing the boundary…

Life is a Confluence

by John Boyle O'Reilly

0.7413 − 1.0788i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Infant Joy

by William Blake

'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
'I happy am,
Joy is my name.'
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!

Life is a Confluence

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Hunger goes sleeplessly
Thinking of food;
Evil lies painfully
Yearning for good.
Life is a confluence:
Nature must move,
Like the heart of a poet,
Toward beauty and love.

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