Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.022 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.

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

0.0669 − 1.0580i

Drawing the boundary…

The Young Girl

by Joseph Campbell

0.0885 − 1.0576i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

No more violets,
And the year
Broken into smoky panels.
What woods remember now
Her calls, her enthusiasms.

That ritual of sap and leaves
The sun drew out,
Ends in this latter muffled
Bronze and brass. The wind
Takes rein.

If, dusty, I bear
An image beyond this
Already fallen harvest,
I can only query, "Fool—
Have you remembered too long;

Or was there too little said
For ease or resolution—
Summer scarcely begun
And violets,
A few picked, the rest dead?"

The Young Girl

by Joseph Campbell

The foxglove's purple tongue,
The stony pool
That doubles earth and sky
Can never die.
The fields are beautiful,
And you are young.

Over the haggard gate
Creeps the red moon:
Apple and acorn now
Drop from the bough.
The golden fields will soon
Be desolate.

The plougher turns the mould:
Shadowed and cool,
The primrose makes of spring
A star-lit thing.
The fields are beautiful,
And you are old.

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