Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.119 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.

At the Haymarket

by Arthur Symons

0.6629 − 0.1085i

Drawing the boundary…

Stature

by Helen Hoyt

0.7654 − 0.1682i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

At the Haymarket

by Arthur Symons

I danced at your ball a year ago,
To-night I pay for your bread and cheese,
“And a glass of bitters, if you please,
For you drank my best champagne, you know!”

Madcap ever, you laugh the while,
As you drink your bitters and munch your bread;
The face is the same, and the same old smile
Came up at a word I said.

A year ago I danced at your ball,
I sit by your side in the bar to-night;
And the luck has changed, you say: that’s all!
And the luck will change, you say: all right!

For the men go by, and the rent’s to pay,
And you haven’t a friend in the world to-day;
And the money comes and the money goes:
And to-night, who cares? and to-morrow, who knows?

Stature

by Helen Hoyt

I must stand on tiptoe to reach your lips,
I must stand on tiptoe in my soul to reach you,
To reach the height of my own love.
It is what I want—to have you tall.

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