Poem fractal

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

I Sat Among the Green Leaves

by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall

−0.2268 + 0.4823i

Drawing the boundary…

Water-Lillies

by A. A. Milne

−0.2045 + 0.4755i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

I Sat Among the Green Leaves

by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall

I sat among the green leaves, and heard the nuts falling,
  The blood-red butterflies were gold against the sun,
But in between the silence and the sweet birds calling
  The nuts fell one by one.

Why should they fall and the year but half over?
  Why should sorrow seek me and I so young and kind?
The leaf is on the bough and the dew is on the clover,
  But the green nuts are falling in the wind.

Oh, I gave my lips away and all my soul behind them.
  Why should trouble follow and the quick tears start?
The little birds may love and fly with only God to mind them,
  But the green nuts are falling on my heart.

Water-Lillies

by A. A. Milne

Where the water-lilies go
To and fro,
Rocking in the ripples of the water,
Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King's daughter,
And the faint winds shake her.
Who will come and take her?
I will! I will!
Keep still! Keep still!
Sleeping on a leaf lies the Lake King's daughter . . .
Then the wind comes skipping
To the lilies on the water;
And the kind winds wake her.
Now who will take her?
With a laugh she is slipping
Through the lilies on the water.
Wait! Wait!
Too late, too late!
Only the water-lilies go
To and fro,
Dipping, dipping,
To the ripples of the water.

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