Poem fractal

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0.007 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.

Weather of the Soul

by Bliss Carman

−0.5414 − 1.0137i

Drawing the boundary…

America

by Alice Corbin

−0.5361 − 1.0187i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Weather of the Soul

by Bliss Carman

There is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
Through seasons of the spirit
And weather of the soul.

It has its new-born Aprils,
With gladness in the air,
Its golden Junes of rapture,
Its winters of despair.

And in its tranquil autumns
We halt to re-enforce
Our tattered scarlet pennons
With valor and resource.

From undiscovered regions
Only the angels know,
Great winds of aspiration
Perpetually blow,

To free the sap of impulse
From torpor of distrust,
And into flowers of joyance
Quicken the sentient dust.

From nowhere of a sudden
Loom sudden clouds of fault,
With thunders of oppression
And lightnings of revolt.

With hush of apprehension
And quaking of the heart,
There breed the storms of anger,
And floods of sorrow start.

And there shall fall,—how gently!—
To make them fertile yet,
The rain of absolution
On acres of regret.

Till snows of mercy cover
The dream that shall come true,
When time makes all things wondrous,
And life makes all things new.

America

by Alice Corbin

I hear America singing,
And the great prophet passed,
Serene, clear, and untroubled,
Into the silence vast.

When will the master poet
Rise with vision strong
To mold her manifold music
Into a living song?

I hear America singing,
Beyond the beat and stress,
The chant of her shrill, unjaded,
Empiric loveliness.

Laughter, beyond mere scorning,
Wisdom surpassing wit,
Love, and the unscathed spirit,
These shall encompass it.

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