Poem fractal

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0.012 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.

Castara's Flitting

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.1281 − 0.7382i

Drawing the boundary…

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

−0.1159 − 0.7384i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Castara's Flitting

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Bring roses for Castara's breast — 
Nay, no more roses bring. 
Let be the rose where she blooms best 
Castara's followed Spring. 

I know a path with poppies red, 
Milk-white with blossomed May, 
Linden and birch meet overhead: 
And that's Castara's way. 

O well befall thee, happy way — 
Fair fall thy poppies red! 
Be thy skies blue though ours are gray 
And all our roses dead. 

For, O our poppies all are white — 
And life's a weary thing, 
Since, taking from our eyes the light, 
Castara's followed Spring. 

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

Ask not how it came I died
Whom no power on earth could save,
But know that this man was crucified
Who speaks to you from the grave.

Ask not whom the grass overgrows;
Was his purpose sure or unsure?
Happy alone who knows
His purpose and can endure.

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