Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.031 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…

The Garden Party

by Hilaire Belloc

0.0294 − 1.0297i

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.

The Garden Party

by Hilaire Belloc

The rich arrived in pairs
And also in Rolls Royces
They talked of their affairs
In loud and strident voices.

The poor arrived in Fords
Whose features they resembled
And laughed to see so many lords
And ladies all assembled.

The people in between
Looked underdone and harassed
And out of place and mean
And horribly embarrassed.

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