Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.039 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 Execration

by Elizabeth Thomas

−0.1574 − 0.2714i

Drawing the boundary…

A Bird Song

by Christina Rossetti

−0.1443 − 0.2343i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Execration

by Elizabeth Thomas

Enslav'd by Passions, swell'd with Pride,
In Love with one whom all deride;
A Carcass well, yet Mind in Pain,
Reduc'd to beg, but beg in vain;
To live reserv'd, and free from Blame
And yet incur an evil Fame:
Let this! this, be the wretched Fate,
Of Rosalinda, whom I hate.

A Bird Song

by Christina Rossetti

It's a year almost that I have not seen her:
Oh, last summer green things were greener,
Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer.

It's surely summer, for there's a swallow:
Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow
O'er height, o'er hollow! I'd be a swallow,
To build this weather one nest together.

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