Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.015 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.

Being but men

by Dylan Thomas

−0.5065 − 0.4942i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dead Lover

by James Whitcomb Riley

−0.4928 − 0.4871i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Being but men

by Dylan Thomas

Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.

If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.

Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.

That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.

Being but men, we walked into the trees.

The Dead Lover

by James Whitcomb Riley

Time is so long when a man is dead!
Some one sews; and the room is made
Very clean; and the light is shed
Soft through the window-shade.

Yesterday I thought: "I know
Just how the bells will sound, and how
The friends will talk, and the sermon go,
And the hearse-horse bow and bow!"

This is to-day; and I have nothing
To think of—nothing whatever to do
But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing
That wants to fly back to you.

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