Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.057 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.

High on a hill

by Dylan Thomas

−0.9667 − 0.0971i

Drawing the boundary…

Oriflamme

by Jessie R. Fauset

−1.0220 − 0.0836i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

High on a hill

by Dylan Thomas

High on a hill,
Straddle and soak,
Out of the way of the eyes of men,
Out of the way,
Straddle her wrinkled knees
Until the day’s broken—
Christ, let me write from the heart,
War on the heart—
Puff till the adder is,
Breathe till the snake is home,
Inch on the old thigh
Till the bird has burst his shell,
And the carnal stem that stood
Blowing with the blood’s ebb,
Is fallen down
To the ground.

Oriflamme

by Jessie R. Fauset

I think I see her sitting bowed and black,
Stricken and seared with slavery's mortal scars,
Reft of her children, lonely, anguished, yet
Still looking at the stars.

Symbolic mother, we thy myriad sons,
Pounding our stubborn hearts on Freedom's bars,
Clutching our birthright, fight with faces set,
Still visioning the stars!

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