Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.025 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.

Joy

by Sara Teasdale

−0.1502 − 0.5236i

Drawing the boundary…

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

−0.1351 − 0.5433i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Joy

by Sara Teasdale

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

The golden sheep are feeding, and 
Their mouths harbour contentment,
Gladly my tongue praises 
This hour scourged of dissension 
By weight of their joyous fleeces.

The cloven hills are kneeling,
The sun such an anointment
Upon the forehead, on the hands and feet,
That all air is appointed
Our candid clothing, our elapsing state.

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