Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.007 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.

On Meeting After

by Arthur Symons

0.2880 − 0.6873i

Drawing the boundary…

Requiem

by Robert Louis Stevenson

0.2904 − 0.6936i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On Meeting After

by Arthur Symons

Her eyes are haunted, eyes that were
     Scarce sad when last we met.
What thing is this has come to her
     That she may not forget?

They loved, they married: it is well!
     But ah, what memories
Are these whereof her eyes half tell,
     Her haunted eyes?

Requiem

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
  And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
  And the hunter home from the hill.

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