Poem fractal

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0.023 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.

Sight

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

−0.2639 + 0.1523i

Drawing the boundary…

You Make Me Think of Lavender

by Ford Madox Hueffer

−0.2416 + 0.1585i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Sight

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa's fire,
Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.

And as I lingered, lost in divine delight,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick...
When suddenly, behind me in the night,
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.

You Make Me Think of Lavender

by Ford Madox Hueffer

You make me think of lavender,
And that is why I love you so:
Your sloping shoulders, heavy hair,
And long swan's neck like snow,
Befit those gracious girls of long ago,
Who in closed gardens took the quiet air;
Who lived the ordered life gently to pass
From earth as from rose petals perfumes go,
Or shadows from that dial in the grass;
Whose fingers from the painted spinet keys
Drew small heart-clutching melodies.

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