Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.010 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.

Spring Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.1341 − 0.6436i

Drawing the boundary…

To a Poet that Died Young

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.1401 − 0.6356i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Spring Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The Spring is at the door: 
She bears a golden store. 
Her maund with yellow daffodils runneth o'er. 

Her rosy feet are bare, 
The wind is in her hair,
And O her eyes are April eyes, very fair. 

After her footsteps follow 
The mullein and the mallow; 
She scatters golden powder on the sallow 

She brings the crocus white,
And golden aconite: 
She brings desire and doubting and delight. 

To a Poet that Died Young

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Minstrel, what have you to do
With this man that, after you,
Sharing not your happy fate,
Sat as England’s Laureate?
Vainly, in these iron days,
Strives the poet in your praise,
Minstrel, by whose singing side
Beauty walked, until you died.

Still, though none should hark again,
Drones the blue-fly in the pane,
Thickly crusts the blackest moss,
Blows the rose its musk across,
Floats the boat that is forgot
None the less to Camelot.

Many a bard’s untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath;
Here’s a song was never sung:
Growing old is dying young.
Minstrel, what is this to you:
That a man you never knew,
When your grave was far and green,
Sat and gossipped with a queen?

Thalia knows how rare a thing
Is it, to grow old and sing;
When the brown and tepid tide
Closes in on every side.
Who shall say if Shelley’s gold
Had withstood it to grow old?

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