Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.091 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.

Beautiful Lie the Dead

by Stephen Phillips

0.3198 − 1.1251i

Drawing the boundary…

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

0.4103 − 1.1237i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Beautiful Lie the Dead

by Stephen Phillips

Beautiful lie the dead;
  Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
  Strangely contented.

Like ships, the anchor dropped,
  Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
  In a deep water.

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

My youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;
My moulting days all came
When I was young.

Now, in life's prime, my soul
Comes out in flower;
Late, as with Robin, comes
My singing power;
I was not born to joy
Till this late hour.

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