Poem fractal

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0.029 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.

Another Weeping Woman

by Wallace Stevens

0.3042 − 0.9285i

Drawing the boundary…

What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

0.2783 − 0.9408i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Another Weeping Woman

by Wallace Stevens

Pour the unhappiness out
From your too bitter heart,
Which grieving will not sweeten.

Poison grows in this dark.
It is in the water of tears
Its black blooms rise.

The magnificent cause of being,
The imagination, the one reality
In this imagined world

Leaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves,
And you are pierced by a death.

What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

What have I to sorrow o'er?
Death no terrors has for me,
Life is but a troubled sea,
Leaning on a happier shore.

All the agonies I feel,
All the sufferings that I bear,—
Shadows!— ye shall disappear,
Sweetest sunshine to reveal.

All this earthly show must cease,
Vanity shall meet decay,
When like ships we sail away,
Making for the goal of Peace.

There within one social sphere
Rich and poor alike shall move,
Fed by one Paternal Love,
All one common blessing share.

Naught have I to worry o'er,
Death no perils has for me,
Life is but a rolling sea,
Moving to the Heavenly Shore.

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