Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.049 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.

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

0.4576 − 0.8385i

Drawing the boundary…

Fortune

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

0.4360 − 0.7946i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Fortune

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I have so little, yet am rich;
I pay my bread with gold
Filched from wild mustard by the road,
As much as I can hold.

I have such plenty, yet am poor;
I pay my roof with tears
Shed for the time when I was young,
And unaware of years.

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