Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.068 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.

Mise Raifteirí an File

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

0.6694 − 0.5562i

Drawing the boundary…

E. T.

by Richard Aldington

0.7273 − 0.5211i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Mise Raifteirí an File

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

Mise Raifteirí an file,
Bruite brónach bocht,
Is searbh mo chás, mo sgéal féinig,
Gan airgead, gan óir, gan phingin.

Gan lúth i gcos, gan radharc i súil,
A' dul i méid gach uile dhóigh;
Gan aon duine le mo threorú,
Ach Dia liom is mo bhata.

Fadó bhíodh mé ag ól is ag pógadh,
Ag imirt cártaí is ag rince,
Ach anois táim lag, fann, agus tinn,
Agus ní féidir liom siúl ná léim.

Tá mo chroí trom, tá mo cheann faoi bhrón,
Tá mo shúile dall, ní fheicim aon rud;
Tá mo chluasa bodhar, ní chloisim ceol binn,
Agus níl aon neart i mo lámha.

Ach tá súil agam go bhfaighidh mé áit
I measc na naomh i gcathair na glóire,
Áit a mbeidh mé sásta agus sona,
Saor ó gach pian agus péin.

E. T.

by Richard Aldington

You too are dead,
The coarse and ignorant,
Carping against all that was too high
For your poor spirit to grasp,
Cruel and evil-tongued—
Yet you died without a moan or whimper.

O, not I, not I should dare to judge you!
But rather leave with tears your grave
Where the sweet grass will cover all your faults
And all your courage too.

Brother, hail and farewell!

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