Poem fractal

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0.035 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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To-Day

by John Boyle O'Reilly

0.1166 − 0.9097i

Drawing the boundary…

Paul Laurence Dunbar

by William Edward Burghardt Du Bois

0.1505 − 0.9186i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To-Day

by John Boyle O'Reilly

Only from day to day
The life of a wise man runs;
What matter if seasons far away
Have gloom or have double suns?

To climb the unreal path,
We stray from the roadway here;
We swim the rivers of wrath,
And tunnel the hills of fear.

Our feet on the torrent’s brink,
Our eyes on the cloud afar,
We fear the things we think,
Instead of the things that are.

Like a tide our work should rise—
Each later wave the best;
To-day is a king in disguise,
To-day is the special test.

Like a sawyer’s work is life:
The present makes the flaw,
And the only field for strife
Is the inch before the saw.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

by William Edward Burghardt Du Bois

Because I had loved so deeply
Because I had loved so long
God in His great compassion
Gave me the gift of song.

Because I had loved so vainly
And sung with such faltering breath
The Master in infinite mercy
Offers the boon of death.

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