Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.058 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…

Youth and the Pilgrim

by Sara Teasdale

0.4621 − 0.7808i

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.

Youth and the Pilgrim

by Sara Teasdale

Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
Swear on my sword to me,
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?

For I am weary of the god,
And I would flee from him
Though I must take a ship and go
Beyond the ocean's rim.

"There is a place where Love is not,
But never a ship leaves land
Can carry you so quickly there
As the sharp sword in your hand."

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