Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.119 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…

Tanka I

by Sadakichi Hartmann

−1.1761 − 0.6385i

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.

Tanka I

by Sadakichi Hartmann

Winter? Spring? Who knows!
White buds from the plum trees wing
And mingle with the snows.
No blue skies these flowers bring,
Yet their fragrance augurs spring.

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