Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.012 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.

The almanac of time

by Dylan Thomas

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Drawing the boundary…

Forever

by John Boyle O'Reilly

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The almanac of time

by Dylan Thomas

The almanac of time hangs in the brain;
The seasons numbered by the inward sun,
The winter years, move in the pit of man;
His graph is measured as the page of pain
Shifts to the redwombed pen.

The calendar of age hangs in the heart,
A lover’s thought tears down the dated sheet,
The inch of time’s protracted to a foot
By youth and age, the mortal state and thought
Ageing both day and night.

The word of time lies on the chaptered bone,
The seed of time is sheltered in the loin:
The grains of life must seethe beneath the sun,
The syllables be said and said again:
Time shall belong to man.

Forever

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Those we love truly never die, 
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath, 
A ring and flowers, types of life and death, 
Are laid upon their graves. 

For death the pure life saves, 
And life all pure is love; and love can reach 
From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach 
Than those by mortals read. 

Well blest is he who has a dear one dead: 
A friend he has whose face will never change— 
A dear communion that will not grow strange; 
The anchor of a love is death. 

The blessed sweetness of a loving breath 
Will reach our cheek all fresh through weary years. 
For her who died long since, ah! waste not tears, 
She's thine unto the end. 

Thank God for one dead friend, 
With face still radiant with the light of truth, 
Whose love comes laden with the scent of youth, 
Through twenty years of death.

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