Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.193 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.

Oily Weather

by Ernest Hemingway

−1.2946 − 0.6425i

Drawing the boundary…

Age

by William Bell Scott

−1.1026 − 0.6588i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Oily Weather

by Ernest Hemingway

The sea desires deep hulls—
It swells and rolls.
The screw churns a throb—
Driving, throbbing, progressing.
The sea rolls with love,
Surging, caressing,
Undulating its great loving belly.
The sea is big and old—
Throbbing ships scorn it.

Age

by William Bell Scott

'Stepping westward,' did she say,
At sunset on that long Scotch day?
'Stepping westward,' yes, alway,
With staff and scrip,
Wayfaring songs upon my lip,
Stepping, stepping, to the end.

As down the slanting path I wend,
Behold, a breadth of distant sea,
Between the hills on either hand,
Ships bearing from some unknown land
To other land unknown to me.

'Stepping westward,' all that be,
Body and soul, by land or sea,
Follow still the westering sun;
That must end which has begun.

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