Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.032 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.

Life

by Lord Byron

−0.4462 − 0.0127i

Drawing the boundary…

Down by the Pond

by A. A. Milne

−0.4739 − 0.0292i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Life

by Lord Byron

(Don Juan, Canto xv. Stanza 99.) 

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. 
How little do we know that which we are! 
How less what we may be! The eternal surge 
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar 
Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge, 
Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves 
Of empires heave but like some passing waves.

Down by the Pond

by A. A. Milne

I'm fishing.
Don't talk, anybody, don't come near!
Can't you see that the fish might hear?
He thinks I'm playing with a piece of string;
He thinks I'm another sort of funny sort of thing,
But he doesn't know I'm fishing — 
He doesn't know I'm fishing.
That's what I'm doing — 
Fishing.

No, I'm not, I'm newting.
Don't cough, anybody, don't come by!
Any small noise makes a newt feel shy.
He thinks I'm a bush, or a new sort of tree;
He thinks it's somebody, but doesn't think it's Me,
And he doesn't know I'm newting — 
No, he doesn't know I'm newting.
That's what I'm doing — 
Newting.

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