Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Incredible!

by Cale Young Rice

0.1045 − 0.0226i

Drawing the boundary…

The Damp

by John Donne

0.0698 − 0.0335i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

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!

The Damp

by John Donne

When I am dead, and doctors know not why,
And my friends’ curiosity
Will have me cut up to survey each part,
When they shall find your picture in my heart,
You think a sudden damp of love
Will through all their senses move,
And work on them as me, and so prefer
Your murder to the name of massacre.

Poor victories! But if you dare be brave,
And pleasure in your conquest have,
First kill the enormous giant, your disdain,
And let the enchantress Honor next be slain.
And like a Goth and Vandal rise,
Deface records and histories
Of your own arts and triumphs over men,
And without such advantage kill me then.

For I could muster up as well as you
My giants, and my witches too,
Which are vast constancy and secretness,
But these I neither look for, nor profess.
Kill me as woman; let me die
As a mere man. Do you but try
Your passive valor, and you shall find then,
In that you have odds enough of any man.

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