Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.045 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…

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

0.4576 − 0.8385i

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.

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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