Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.016 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 Poorhouse

by Sara Teasdale

0.1780 − 0.8708i

Drawing the boundary…

A Divine Image

by William Blake

0.1617 − 0.8731i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Poorhouse

by Sara Teasdale

Hope went by and peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health went by
And Love that is their kin.

Those within the house shed tears
On their bitter bread;
Some were old and some were mad,
And some were sick a-bed.

Gray Death saw the wretched house
And even he passed by—
"They have never lived," he said,
"They can wait to die."

A Divine Image

by William Blake

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forgèd iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

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