Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Come Out With Me

by A. A. Milne

0.1933 + 0.0113i

Drawing the boundary…

The Voice

by Thomas Hardy

0.1953 − 0.0243i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Come Out With Me

by A. A. Milne

There's sun on the river and sun on the hill….
You can hear the sea if you stand quite still!
There's eight new puppies at Roundabout Farm — 
And I saw an old sailor with only one arm!

But every one says, "Run along!"
(Run along, run along!)
All of them say "Run along! I'm busy as can be."
Every one says, "Run along,
There's a little darling!"
If I'm a little darling, why don't they run with me?

There's wind on the river and wind on the hill….
There's a dark dead water-wheel under the mill!
I saw a fly which had just been drowned — 
And I know where a rabbit goes into the ground!

But every one says, "Run along!"
(Run along, run along!)
All of them say "Yes, dear," and never notice me.
Every one says, "Run along,
There's a little darling!"
If I'm a little darling, why won't they come and see?

The Voice

by Thomas Hardy

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.

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