Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.038 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.

A Dream

by William Blake

−0.0912 − 0.8642i

Drawing the boundary…

An Hour

by Stephen Phillips

−0.0899 − 0.8262i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Dream

by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'O my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?'

'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

An Hour

by Stephen Phillips

Never can God together put
That slight and sunny hour;
More serious things are in His sweep,
But this beyond His power.

Never the sunbeam quite as then,
Never the way it came!
Never thy head in just the place,
Never thy hand the same!

The sunbeam was not over-bright,
It came a wonted way,
Thy head had no uncommon droop;
Thy words were light and gay.

Yet dreadful is that sunlight now,
Awful that droop of head.
For they are sacred sudden things,
And dear as are the dead.

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