Poem fractal

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0.051 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.

Chanson Sans Paroles

by Ernest Dowson

0.0625 − 1.1622i

Drawing the boundary…

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

0.0830 − 1.1151i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Chanson Sans Paroles

by Ernest Dowson

In the deep violet air,
Not a leaf is stirred:
There is no sound heard,
But afar, the rare
Trilled voice of a bird.

Is the wood's dim heart,
And the fragrant pine,
Incense, and a shrine
Of her coming? Apart,
I wait for a sign.

What the sudden hush said,
She will hear, and forsake,
Swift, for my sake,
Her green, grassy bed:
She will hear and awake!

She will hearken and glide,
From her place of deep rest,
Dove-eyed, with the breast
Of a dove, to my side:
The pines bow their crest.

I wait for a sign:
The leaves to be waved,
The tall tree-tops laved
In a flood of sunshine,
This world to be saved!

In the deep violet air,
Not a leaf is stirred;
There is no sound heard,
But afar, the rare
Trilled voice of a bird.

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

It was too late for Man—
But early yet for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—our side—

How excellent the Heaven—
When Earth—cannot be had—
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our new neighbor—God—

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