Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.018 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.

Postscript

by Hart Crane

−0.4916 − 0.0339i

Drawing the boundary…

Down by the Pond

by A. A. Milne

−0.4739 − 0.0292i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Postscript

by Hart Crane

Though now but marble are the marble urns,
Though fountains droop in waning light and pain
Glitters on the edges of wet ferns,
I should not dare to let you in again.

Mine is a world foregone though not yet ended,—
An imagined garden grey with sundered boughs
And broken branches, wistful and unmended,
And mist that is more constant than all vows.

Down by the Pond

by A. A. Milne

I'm fishing.
Don't talk, anybody, don't come near!
Can't you see that the fish might hear?
He thinks I'm playing with a piece of string;
He thinks I'm another sort of funny sort of thing,
But he doesn't know I'm fishing — 
He doesn't know I'm fishing.
That's what I'm doing — 
Fishing.

No, I'm not, I'm newting.
Don't cough, anybody, don't come by!
Any small noise makes a newt feel shy.
He thinks I'm a bush, or a new sort of tree;
He thinks it's somebody, but doesn't think it's Me,
And he doesn't know I'm newting — 
No, he doesn't know I'm newting.
That's what I'm doing — 
Newting.

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