Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.029 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.

Daffodowndilly

by A. A. Milne

−0.4426 − 0.6868i

Drawing the boundary…

Her Flowing Locks

by Robert Burns

−0.4140 − 0.6934i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Daffodowndilly

by A. A. Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

Her Flowing Locks

by Robert Burns

Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!

Her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
O, what a feast her bonnie mou'!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A crimson still diviner.

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