Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.027 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.

Echoes

by Hart Crane

0.0285 − 0.6966i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dance

by Rupert Brooke

0.0027 − 0.7048i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Echoes

by Hart Crane

Slivers of rain upon the pane,
Jade-green with sunlight, melt and flow
Upward again:— they leave no stain
Of all the storm an hour ago.

Over the hill a last cloud dips
And disappears, and I should go
As silently but that your lips
Are warmer with a redder glow.

Fresh and fragile, your arms now
Are circles of cool roses,—so….
In opal pools beneath your brow
I dream we quarreled long, long ago.

The Dance

by Rupert Brooke

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play—

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.

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