Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Query—A Musician speaks

by Edna Wahlert McCourt

−0.3180 − 0.7762i

Drawing the boundary…

The Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

−0.3151 − 0.7644i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Query—A Musician speaks

by Edna Wahlert McCourt

How can one sky hold night and day,
Sun and snow?
How can one heart hold love and passion.
Friend and foe?

How can one rose hold flower and thorn,
Bloom and death?

How can music hold these and more?—
Is it God's breath?

The Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

"Oh, at home had I but stayed
'Prenticed to my father's trade,
Had I stuck to plane and adze,
I had not been lost, my lads."

"Then I might have built perhaps
Gallows-trees for other chaps,
Never dangled on my own,
Had I but left ill alone."

"Now, you see, they hang me high,
And the people passing by
Stop to shake their fists and curse;
So 'tis come from ill to worse."

"Here hang I, and right and left
Two poor fellows hang for theft:
All the same's the luck we prove,
Though the midmost hangs for love."

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone."

"Make some day a decent end,
Shrewder fellows than your friend.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

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