Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.043 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.

Y Friallen Gyntaf

by Watcyn Wyn

0.3498 − 0.7299i

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.

Y Friallen Gyntaf

by Watcyn Wyn

Ar fron y clawdd y'ngwyneb haul,
A gwyneb pur yn gwenu;
A llun y gwanwyn ar ei hael,
Fel newydd gael ei dynu;
A phurdeb gloew gwlith y nos,
Fel newydd ei sirioli,
Y boreu gwelsom wyneb tlos
Friallen newydd eni.

Y hi yn unig yma sy,
Ar fywyd yn wynebu;
Gwywedig ddail y gauaf dû
O gylch sydd heb eu claddu;
Y ddaear sydd yn llwyd ei gwedd,
Fel mynwent ddigynhyrfiad;
Ond saif hi'n wyn uwchben y bedd,
Fel angel adgyfodiad.

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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