Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.037 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.

Waiting At The Window

by A. A. Milne

0.0028 − 1.0101i

Drawing the boundary…

All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

0.0312 − 1.0332i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Waiting At The Window

by A. A. Milne

These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.
He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.
He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has quickly hurried by.
(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

In childhood any toy
For one short hour amuses;
And all its store of joy
With its new lustre loses.

The boy keeps up the game
Just as the child began it;
For boyhood's joyous flame
Needs novelty to fan it.

The youth, when beauty's eye
First wakes the pulse of pleasure,
Thinks with a fruitless sigh
That he has found his treasure.

Existence further scan
In all succeeding stages,
View it in ripen'd man,
In hoary-headed sages—

What pleasure can it give
Unless it stoop to borrow,
And lead us on to live
On bliss to be-to-morrow?

What can this world bestow
That should enchain us to it?
Or compensate the woe
We bear who journey through it?

O man! if to this earth
Thy heart is wedded only,
Each hope that comes with mirth
Will leave thee twice as lonely:

And when that hope is gone
Thou shalt be all forsaken,
For having leant upon
A reed by each wind shaken.

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