Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.168 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.

Tanka I

by Sadakichi Hartmann

−1.1761 − 0.6385i

Drawing the boundary…

Aftermath

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

−1.0558 − 0.5219i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Tanka I

by Sadakichi Hartmann

Winter? Spring? Who knows!
White buds from the plum trees wing
And mingle with the snows.
No blue skies these flowers bring,
Yet their fragrance augurs spring.

Aftermath

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mired with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.

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