Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.021 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 Lyre

by Alice Corbin

−0.5428 − 0.0259i

Drawing the boundary…

What is beauty

by Thomas Greaves

−0.5219 − 0.0214i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Lyre

by Alice Corbin

Autumn color and twilight moon,
Thin-blown leaves, and a twisted fire
Climbing the edge of the waves to the moon;
Slender and thin as a silver wire,
The voice of the moon, and the keen desire
That calls through birches and delicate laces
Of pale gold leaves, invisible faces
Of lovers that linger where daylight wanes
For the ancient showers and liquid rains
That the full moon pours through the fragile veins.

From the rose-colored dreams of day,
To the wave-swept sands of the shore,
Secretly, shadows grey
Steal to the edge of the shore,
Steal to the silver sands,
Lifting their fragile hands:
Give us the twisted fire,
Fill us with old desire,
Moon of the maddened lyre,
Moon of the singing wire!

The golden leaves grow grey and fall,
Twilight dies in the west,
The sea-gull turns to the wave for rest,
The land-bird dips to the sheltered nest,
But the shadows keep their quest,
And over the baréd breast,
The silver arrows fall;
Still the liquid fire
Wakes the old desire,
Liquid showers and liquid rains
Fill the heart and the beating veins.

What is beauty

by Thomas Greaves

What is beauty but a breath?
Fancy’s twin at birth and death;
The color of a damask rose
That fadeth when the north wind blows.
’Tis such that though all sorts do crave it,
They know not what it is to have it—
A thing that sometime stoops not to a king,
And yet most open to the common’st thing:
For she that is most fair
Is open to the air.

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