Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.020 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.

To the Water-Nymphs Drinking at the Fountain

by Robert Herrick

−0.1881 − 0.7388i

Drawing the boundary…

I met a seer

by Stephen Crane

−0.1695 − 0.7303i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To the Water-Nymphs Drinking at the Fountain

by Robert Herrick

Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.

Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this—
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine.

I met a seer

by Stephen Crane

I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
"Sir," I addressed him,
"Let me read."
"Child—" he began.
"Sir," I said,
"Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much."

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me.—
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

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