Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.063 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.

Eibhlín a Rún

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

0.4929 − 0.8669i

Drawing the boundary…

Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

0.4617 − 0.9219i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Eibhlín a Rún

by Antoine Ó Raifteirí

Eibhlín a rún, a rún mo chroí,
Is tú mo mhúirnín dílis,
Mo ghrá geal, mo chumann, mo rún,
Is tú mo réalt eolais.

Is fada liom oíche gan tú, a ghrá,
Is fuar an leaba 'tá mé,
Gan do lámh thart timpeall orm, a rún,
Is gan do phóg le fáil.

Ní codlóidh mé anocht, a ghrá,
Ach bheith ag smaoineamh ort,
Ar do ghruaig fhada bhuí,
Is ar do shúile gorma.

Eibhlín a rún, a rún mo chroí,
Is tú mo mhúirnín dílis,
Mo ghrá geal, mo chumann, mo rún,
Is tú mo réalt eolais.

Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not ask to be
A king o'er empires great. Thy love
Were realm enough for me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not fear to be
Wrapped cold in Death; Death in thy love
Were living joy to me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not wish to be
In Paradise. Life in thy love
Were Heav'n itself to me.

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