Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.018 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.

I Look into My Glass

by Thomas Hardy

−0.3487 − 0.8535i

Drawing the boundary…

Firewood

by Katharine Lee Bates

−0.3489 − 0.8718i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

I Look into My Glass

by Thomas Hardy

I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"

For then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.

Firewood

by Katharine Lee Bates

First was a fire of myrtle,
Just for my Love and me;
The storm at the door might hurtle,
But safe within sat we.

Now cypress boughs are burning
Upon my hearth, and all
Whose hearts are sore with yearning
May share my forest-hall.

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