Poem fractal

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0.026 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.

The Stream of Life

by Arthur Hugh Clough

−0.3388 − 0.7914i

Drawing the boundary…

Query—A Musician speaks

by Edna Wahlert McCourt

−0.3180 − 0.7762i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Stream of Life

by Arthur Hugh Clough

O stream descending to the sea,
Thy mossy banks between,
The flow’rets blow, the grasses grow,
The leafy trees are green.

In garden plots the children play,
The fields the labourers till,
And houses stand on either hand,
And thou descendest still.

O life descending into death,
Our waking eyes behold,
Parent and friend thy lapse attend,
Companions young and old.

Strong purposes our mind possess,
Our hearts affections fill,
We toil and earn, we seek and learn,
And thou descendest still.

O end to which our currents tend,
Inevitable sea,
To which we flow, what do we know,
What shall we guess of thee?

A roar we hear upon thy shore,
As we our course fulfil;
Scarce we divine a sun will shine
And be above us still.

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?

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