Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.020 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.

Before we mothernaked fall

by Dylan Thomas

0.0147 − 0.3876i

Drawing the boundary…

The Wild Honey Suckle

by Philip Freneau

0.0342 − 0.3863i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Before we mothernaked fall

by Dylan Thomas

Before we mothernaked fall
Upon the land of gold or oil,
Between the raid and the response
Of flesh and bones,
Our claim is staked for once and all
Near to the quarry or the well,
Before the promises fulfill
And joys are pains.

Then take the gusher or the field
Where all the hidden stones are gold,
We have no choice, the choice was made
Before our blood;
And I will build my liquid world,
And you, before the breath is cold
And veins are spilled and doom is turned,
Your solid land.

The Wild Honey Suckle

by Philip Freneau

Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
 Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
 Unseen thy little branches greet:
    No roving foot shall crush thee here,
    No busy hand provoke a tear.

By Nature’s self in white arrayed,
 She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade,
 And sent soft waters murmuring by;
    Thus quietly thy summer goes,
    Thy days declining to repose.

Smit with those charms, that must decay,
 I grieve to see your future doom;
They died –— nor were those flowers more gay,
 The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
    Unpitying frosts, and Autumn’s power
    Shall leave no vestige of this flower.

From morning suns and evening dews
 At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
 For when you die you are the same;
    The space between, is but an hour,
    The frail duration of a flower.

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