Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.013 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.

Rice Pudding

by A. A. Milne

−0.2324 − 0.1701i

Drawing the boundary…

Helen of Troy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.2192 − 0.1709i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Rice Pudding

by A. A. Milne

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner—rice pudding again—
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her dolls and a daisy-chain,
And a book about animals—all in vain—
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain;
But, look at her, now she's beginning again!—
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her sweets and a ride in the train,
And I've begged her to stop for a bit and explain—
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well and she hasn't a pain,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!—
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Helen of Troy

by Nora Hopper Chesson

I am that Helen, that very Helen 
Of Leda, born in the days of old: 
Men's hearts were as inns that I might dwell in: 
Houseless I wander to-night, and cold. 

Because man loved me, no God takes pity: 
My ghost goes wailing where I was Queen! 
Alas! my chamber in Troy's tall city, 
My golden couches, my hangings green! 

Wasted with fire are the halls they built me, 
And sown with salt are the streets I trod, 
Where flowers they scattered and spices spilt me- 
Alas, that Zeus is a jealous God! 

Softly I went on my sandals golden j 
Of love and pleasure I took my fill; 
With Paris' kisses my lids were holden, 
Nor guessed I, when life went at my will, 
That the Fates behind me went softlier still. 

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