Here's to the old friends true Who share in all we do And have learned all our ways Through many yesterdays. Theirs are the hearts that share All that we meet of care; Theirs are the eyes that see, Though grave our faults may be, The good that lies below. That's why we love them so!
But here's to the happy day When comes across our way A new friend, blithe and bold, To join the faithful old. Glad is the sheltering door To welcome in one more. Brighter the fireplace where We draw another chair, But happiest, at day's end, Are we to gain a friend.
On seas where every pilot fails A thousand thousand ships to-day Ride with a moaning in their sails, Through winds grey and waters grey.
They are the ships of grief. They go As fleets are derelict and driven, Estranged from every port they know, Scarce asking fortitude of heaven.
No, do not hail them. Let them ride Lonely as they would lonely be… There is an hour will prove the tide, There is a sun will strike the sea.
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Track 1
How this picture is made
What a fractal is
A fractal is a shape that keeps its pattern when you look closer. Coastlines, trees, shells, and weather do this. The large form and the small form are the same kind of thing. A poem can be drawn that way. The shape of the whole comes from the shape of the lines.
Primunia is the name for the source of that order: the pattern under the pattern, already there in a tree, a shell, and a verse.
How the boundary is drawn
The number under the picture is the poem constant. It is read from the build of the lines: their length, how uneven they are, the size of the stanzas, the share of vowels, and the way the lines end. A new word moves the number when it changes that build. The same poem always gives the same number.
Drawn on its own, that number sits in a quiet part of the plane, and most poems would look like the same soft disk. So the number is carried outward along its own direction until it meets the edge of the Mandelbrot set, where the shape turns sharp. The picture is the Julia set of that meeting place.
Each point on the canvas is folded again and again by one small rule. Points that stay near the rule form the dark interior. Points that rush away become the coloured bands. The hue comes from the poem constant, and the brightest bands turn toward gold. Change the length of a line, the stanza, or the vowel share, and both the number and the picture move.
What the branching signifies
Branching draws the poem as a tree. Each turn follows a line, and every smaller branch repeats that pattern. A longer line reaches farther. The letters at the start of a line bend the next turn. A higher share of vowels opens the branches wider.
The trunk takes its colour from the poem constant and warms toward gold at the tips. When the poem has more than one stanza, gold forks leave the trunk. Each fork is a stanza beyond the first, up to three. The tree divides where the poem divides. One stanza remains a single trunk.