Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.005 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.

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.0684 − 0.6248i

Drawing the boundary…

Sands

by Witter Bynner

−0.0729 − 0.6254i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Now I am on the earth, 
What sweet things love me? 
Summer, that gave me birth, 
And glows on still above me; 
The bird I loved a little while; 
The rose I planted; 
The woman in whose golden smile 
Life seems enchanted.

Now I am in the grave, 
What sweet things mourn me? 
Summer, that all joys gave, 
Whence death, alas! hath torn me; 
One bird that sang to me; one rose 
Whose beauty moved me; 
One changeless woman; yea, all those 
That living loved me.

Sands

by Witter Bynner

I fell on a dune and slept,
Sharp grasses by my head:
While armies far-off warred and wept,
I joined the earth instead.
Until I moved my hand
And was awake again
And shook myself out of the sand
To the cold wind of men.

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