Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.049 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.

Yr Afon

by Watcyn Wyn

0.3540 − 0.7337i

Drawing the boundary…

Here in a rocky cup

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.3205 − 0.6982i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Yr Afon

by Watcyn Wyn

Yn ei gwely—byth yn cysgu,
Ar ei gyrfa—byth yn gorphwys:
Yn y ffynon—byth yn tarddu,
Yn yr aber—byth yn arllwys:
Gloewi ei drych,
A chânu 'n llon,
O grych i grych,
O dòn i dòn:

Rhwng y ceryg, dros y gro,
Byth yn troi 'n ol yn y tro:
Wedi dysgu ei thònau gwan,
I beidio aros yn un man:
Casglu nerth pwy bella teithia,
Penderfyniad yn y troion;
A diwydrwydd, a glanweithdra,
Yn ei thònau 'n wersi gloewon.

Here in a rocky cup

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Here in a rocky cup of earth
The simple acorn brought to birth
What has in ages grown to be
A very oak, a mighty tree.
The granite of the rock is split
And crumbled by the girth of it.

Incautious was the rock to feed
The acorn’s mouth; unwise indeed
Am I, upon whose stony heart
Fell softly down, sits quietly,
The seed of love’s imperial tree
That soon may force my breast apart.

“I fear you not. I have no doubt
My meagre soil shall starve you out!”

Unless indeed you prove to be
The kernel of a kingly tree;
Which if you be I am content
To go the way the granite went,
And be myself no more at all,
So you but prosper and grow tall.

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