Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.044 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.

The Princess

by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

−0.7437 − 0.5921i

Drawing the boundary…

The Gray Chief

by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

−0.7856 − 0.6063i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Princess

by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Prinsessen

Prinsessen satt ene i jomfrubur,
gutten blåste i luren på fur.
"Hvorfor vil du alltid blåse, jeg ber?
Det binder de tanker som flakser her,
mens solen går ned."

Prinsessen satt ene i jomfrubur,
gutten var blitt taus med sin lur.
"Å, hvorfor er du stille, jeg ber?
Det gir vinger til tanker som flakser her,
mens solen går ned."

Prinsessen satt ene i jomfrubur,
gutten blåste igjen på sin lur.
Hun gråt, da skyggene vokste, og sa:
"Å, Gud, hva er det mitt hjerte vil ha,
nå solen er ned."

The Gray Chief

by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

'T is sweet to fight our battles o'er,
And crown with honest praise
The gray old chief, who strikes no more
The blow of better days.

Before the true and trusted sage
With willing hearts we bend,
When years have touched with hallowing age
Our Master, Guide, and Friend.

For all his manhood's labor past,
For love and faith long tried,
His age is honored to the last,
Though strength and will have died.

But when, untamed by toil and strife,
Full in our front he stands,
The torch of light, the shield of life,
Still lifted in his hands,

No temple, though its walls resound
With bursts of ringing cheers,
Can hold the honors that surround
His manhood's twice-told years!

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