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.

Morning at the Window

by T. S. Eliot

−0.5012 + 0.0310i

Drawing the boundary…

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

−0.5285 + 0.0075i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Morning at the Window

by T. S. Eliot

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

Not from this anger

by Dylan Thomas

Not from this anger, anticlimax after 
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower 
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods 
In a land strapped by hunger 
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds 
And bear those tendril hands I touch across 
The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over 
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover 
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;
Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

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