Poem fractal

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0.118 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…

Sonnet en yx

by Stéphane Mallarmé

0.5480 − 0.1355i

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?

Sonnet en yx

by Stéphane Mallarmé

Ses purs ongles très-haut dédiant leur onyx,
L'Angoisse, ce minuit, soutient, lampadophore,
Maint rêve vespéral brûlé par le Phénix
Que ne recueille pas de cinéraire amphore

Sur les crédences, au salon vide: nul ptyx,
Aboli bibelot d'inanite sonore,
(Car le Maître est allé puiser des pleurs au Styx
Avec ce seul objet dont le Néant s'honore.)

Mais proche la croisee au nord vacante, un or
Agonise selon peut-être le décor
Des licornes ruant du feu contre une nixe,

Elle, défunte nue en le miroir, encor
Que, dans l'oubli ferme par le cadre, se fixe
De scintillations sitôt le septuor.

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