Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.032 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.

Jaws

by Carl Sandburg

−0.3140 + 0.6910i

Drawing the boundary…

Summer, be seen no more within this wood

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.3063 + 0.7223i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Jaws

by Carl Sandburg

Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death 
It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen 
I was listening, you were listening, the whole world was listening. 
And all of us heard a Voice murmuring 
"I am the way and the light, 
He that believeth on me 
Shall not perish 
But shall have everlasting life." 
Seven nations listening heard the Voice and answered:
"O Hell!" 
The jaws of death began clicking and they go on clicking. 
"O Hell!"

Summer, be seen no more within this wood

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer, be seen no more within this wood;
Nor you, red Autumn, down its paths appear;
Let no more the false mitrewort intrude
Nor the dwarf cornel nor the gentian here;
You too be absent, unavailing Spring,
Nor let those thrushes that with pain conspire
From out this wood their wild arpeggios fling,
Shaking the nerves with memory and desire.
Only that season which is no man’s friend,
You, surly Winter, in this wood be found;
Freeze up the year; with sleet these branches bend
Though rasps the locust in the fields around.
Now darken, sky! Now shrieking blizzard, blow!—
Farewell, sweet bank; be blotted out with snow.

 

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