Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.009 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.

For a Picture of Watteau

by Arthur Symons

0.0416 − 1.0016i

Drawing the boundary…

A narrow fellow in the grass

by Emily Dickinson

0.0348 − 1.0072i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

For a Picture of Watteau

by Arthur Symons

Here the vague winds have rest;
The forest breathes in sleep,
Lifting a quiet breast;
It is the hour of rest.

How summer glides away!
An autumn pallor blooms
Upon the check of day.
Come, lovers, come away!

But here, where dead leaves fall
Upon the grass, what strains,
Languidly musical,
Mournfully rise and fall?

Light loves that woke with spring
This autumn afternoon
Beholds meandering,
Still, to the strains of spring.

Your dancing feet are faint,
Lovers: the air recedes
Into a sighing plaint,
Faint, as your loves are faint.

It is the end, the end,
The dance of love’s decease.
Feign no more now, fair friend!
It is the end, the end.

A narrow fellow in the grass

by Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides—
You may have met Him — did you not
His notice sudden is—

The grass divides as with a comb—
A spotted shaft is seen—
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on—

He likes a boggy acre
A floor too cool for corn
Yet when a Boy, and barefoot—
I more than once at noon

Have passed, I thought, a whip lash
Unbraiding in the sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone—

Several of nature's People
I know, and they know me—
I feel for them a Transport
Of cordiality—

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And zero at the Bone—

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