Poem fractal

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0.013 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.

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

−0.0262 − 0.5655i

Drawing the boundary…

A Complaint

by William Wordsworth

−0.0256 − 0.5526i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

A beggar-man crept to my side
One bitter, wintry time;
"I want to buy a drink," he cried;
"Please give me, sir, a dime."
If he had craved this boon forlorn
To buy his family meat,
I had passed on in silent scorn,
And left him in the street.

I tossed the money in his hand,
And quoth: "As o'er your wine
Within the tippling-room you stand
Drink thou to me and mine."
He let an earnest "Thank ye" drop—
Then up the street he sped,
And rushed into a baker's shop,
And bought a loaf of bread!

I know not why it was, and yet,
So sudden was the blow,
I felt emotions of regret
That he had duped me so.
Yet, had the hungry beggar said
That he was sore in need
Of that necessity called "bread,"
What man would pay him heed?

 

A Complaint

by William Wordsworth

There is a change—and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.

A well of love—it may be deep—
I trust it is,—and never dry:
What matter? if the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
—Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

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