Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.036 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.

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

−0.5285 + 0.0075i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lyre

by Alice Corbin

−0.5428 − 0.0259i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

Not from this anger, anticlimax after 
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower 
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods 
In a land strapped by hunger 
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds 
And bear those tendril hands I touch across 
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over 
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover 
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

The Lyre

by Alice Corbin

Autumn color and twilight moon,
Thin-blown leaves, and a twisted fire
Climbing the edge of the waves to the moon;
Slender and thin as a silver wire,
The voice of the moon, and the keen desire
That calls through birches and delicate laces
Of pale gold leaves, invisible faces
Of lovers that linger where daylight wanes
For the ancient showers and liquid rains
That the full moon pours through the fragile veins.

From the rose-colored dreams of day,
To the wave-swept sands of the shore,
Secretly, shadows grey
Steal to the edge of the shore,
Steal to the silver sands,
Lifting their fragile hands:
Give us the twisted fire,
Fill us with old desire,
Moon of the maddened lyre,
Moon of the singing wire!

The golden leaves grow grey and fall,
Twilight dies in the west,
The sea-gull turns to the wave for rest,
The land-bird dips to the sheltered nest,
But the shadows keep their quest,
And over the baréd breast,
The silver arrows fall;
Still the liquid fire
Wakes the old desire,
Liquid showers and liquid rains
Fill the heart and the beating veins.

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