Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.012 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.

Dreams

by Cecil Frances Alexander

−0.0381 − 0.5686i

Drawing the boundary…

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

−0.0262 − 0.5655i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Dreams

by Cecil Frances Alexander

Beyond, beyond the mountain line,
The grey-stone and the boulder,
Beyond the growth of dark green pine,
That crowns its western shoulder,
There lies that fairy land of mine,
Unseen of a beholder.

Its fruits are all like rubies rare,
Its streams are clear as glasses;
There golden castles hang in air,
And purple grapes in masses,
And noble knights and ladies fair
Come riding down the passes.

Ah me! they say if I could stand
Upon those mountain ledges,
I should but see on either hand
Plain fields and dusty hedges:
And yet I know my fairy land
Lies somewhere o'er their hedges.

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

A beggar-man crept to my side
One bitter, wintry time;
"I want to buy a drink," he cried;
"Please give me, sir, a dime."
If he had craved this boon forlorn
To buy his family meat,
I had passed on in silent scorn,
And left him in the street.

I tossed the money in his hand,
And quoth: "As o'er your wine
Within the tippling-room you stand
Drink thou to me and mine."
He let an earnest "Thank ye" drop—
Then up the street he sped,
And rushed into a baker's shop,
And bought a loaf of bread!

I know not why it was, and yet,
So sudden was the blow,
I felt emotions of regret
That he had duped me so.
Yet, had the hungry beggar said
That he was sore in need
Of that necessity called "bread,"
What man would pay him heed?

 

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