Poem fractal

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0.048 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.

Jenifer

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.6119 − 0.5358i

Drawing the boundary…

The Singers

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−0.6534 − 0.5111i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Jenifer

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Fate met me as a cottage-girl, 
Her hair hung in one long black curl,
On shoulders dimpled, bare, and kissed 
By morning suns: the evening mist 
Gloomed in her eyes to amethyst. 

Her lips were red as strawberries, 
Bare feet and brown sowed jealousies 
Among the grasses that would fain 
Unto a kiss of them attain — 
And having kissed would kiss again. 

Eyes dark as death and soft as sleep 
Over her lips close watch did keep, 
Forbidding and alluring both; 
Till I that met them was not loth 
In them to drown myself and troth. 

From the dark cottage came the girl 
As from the rough shell slips the pearl, 
And passed me light as wind goes by, 
That has not strength enough to dry 
The dew that shines on roses nigh. 

She passed me, making no delay,
Into the quiet churchyard-hay. 
Her body fair in russet clad, 
Her hair the only black she had; 
Jenifer trysting with her lad. 

The Singers

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.

The first, a youth, with soul of fire,
Held in his hand a golden lyre;
Through groves he wandered, and by streams,
Playing the music of our dreams.

The second, with a bearded face,
Stood singing in the market-place,
And stirred with accents deep and loud
The hearts of all the listening crowd.

A gray old man, the third and last,
Sang in cathedrals dim and vast,
While the majestic organ rolled
Contrition from its mouths of gold.

And those who heard the Singers three
Disputed which the best might be;
For still their music seemed to start
Discordant echoes in each heart,

But the great Master said, "I see
No best in kind, but in degree;
I gave a various gift to each,
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach.

"These are the three great chords of might,
And he whose ear is tuned aright
Will hear no discord in the three,
But the most perfect harmony."

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