Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.036 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.

To the Cloud Juggler

by Hart Crane

0.0698 − 0.0327i

Drawing the boundary…

Incredible!

by Cale Young Rice

0.1045 − 0.0226i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To the Cloud Juggler

by Hart Crane

What you may cluster 'round the knees of space
We hold in vision only, asking trace
Of districts where cliff, sea and palm advance
The falling wonder of a rainbow's trance.

Your light lifts whiteness into virgin azure ...
Disclose your lips, O Sun, nor long demure
With snore of thunder, crowding us to bleed
The green preëmption of the deep seaweed.

You, the rum-giver to that slide-by-night,—
The moon's best lover,—guide us by a sleight
Of quarts to faithfuls—surely smuggled home—
As you raise temples fresh from basking foam.

Expose vaunted validities that yawn
Past pleasantries ... Assert the ripened dawn
As you have yielded balcony and room
Or tempests—in a silver, floating plume.

Wrap us and lift us; drop us then, returned
Like water, undestroyed,—like mist, unburned ...
But do not claim a friend like him again,
Whose arrow must have pierced you beyond pain.

Incredible!

by Cale Young Rice

It must be I am mistaken; one bird note
Cannot have all this power upon my heart,
To which the breath of violin-swept symphonies,
Or clarioned concertos,
Has merely been as music, muted or mighty!

Winter has gone, I know; but how can spring,
That has not come, suddenly blossom through me, Leafily,
Because one little lark upon a limb
Ripples his throat?

I am too near nature's creative rapture;
I am caught by it—I who have sought to capture.
How can I walk again on heels and toes,
Who have winged with poetry beyond all prose!

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