Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.043 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-Day

by John Boyle O'Reilly

0.1166 − 0.9097i

Drawing the boundary…

Remit

by Edward Smyth Jones

0.1209 − 0.8666i

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.

Remit

by Edward Smyth Jones

I tell you now the saddest word,
It sure will give a fit—
The saddest man has ever heard
Is, "Will you please 'remit?'"

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