Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.019 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.

Passers-By

by Carl Sandburg

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Drawing the boundary…

The Meeting

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

0.0032 − 0.7119i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Passers-By

by Carl Sandburg

Out of your many faces 
Flash memories to me 
Now at the day end 
Away from the sidewalks 
Where your shoe soles traveled 
And your voices rose and blent 
To form the city’s afternoon roar 
Hindering an old silence 

Passers-by, 
I remember lean ones among you. 
Throats in the clutch of a hope. 
Lips written over with strivings. 
Mouths that kiss only for love, 
Records of great wishes slept with. 
Held long 
And prayed and toiled for 

Yes, 
Written on 
Your mouths 
And your throats 
I read them 
When you passed by 

The Meeting

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After so long an absence
At last we meet again:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?

The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the Prophet's two or three berries
In the top of the uppermost bough.

We cordially greet each other
In the old, familiar tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!

We speak of a Merry Christmas
And many a Happy New Year
But each in his heart is thinking
Of those that are not here.

We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.

And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests.

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