Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.010 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.

The Rich Man

by Franklin P. Adams

−0.2597 − 0.6070i

Drawing the boundary…

Maidens

by A. Mary F. Robinson

−0.2536 − 0.5989i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Rich Man

by Franklin P. Adams

The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.

He frivols through the livelong day,
He knows not Poverty her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay,
He has a cinch.

Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,
Though I must slave for livelihood—
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!

Maidens

by A. Mary F. Robinson

O rare bright courage of the stars
That pierce the abysmal depth of night!
Lo, dancing Hesper, Vega, Mars!
And all the heavens pulse with light.

So maidens in a world of woe
Smile unafraid, and, smiling, save;
As fair, as innocently brave
As almonds flowering in the snow!

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