Poem fractal

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0.099 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Early Evening Quarrel

by Langston Hughes

1.0313 − 0.8833i

Drawing the boundary…

Gray Eyes

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.9611 − 0.8133i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Early Evening Quarrel

by Langston Hughes

Where is that sugar, Hammond,
I sent you this morning to buy?
I say, where is that sugar
I sent you this morning to buy?
Coffee without sugar
Makes a good woman cry.

I ain't got no sugar, Hattie,
I gambled your dime away.
Ain't got no sugar, I
Done gambled that dime away.
If you's a wise woman, Hattie,
You ain't gonna have nothin to say.

I ain't no wise woman, Hammond.
I am evil and mad.
Ain't no sense in a good woman
Bein treated so bad.

I don't treat you bad, Hattie,
Neither does I treat you good.
But I reckon I could treat you
Worser if I would.

Lawd, these things we women
Have to stand!
I wonder is there nowhere a
Do-right man?

Gray Eyes

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Gray eyes and gold hair, 
Who remembers you were fair,
When on middle earth you were 
Gray Eyes? 

You were half a fairy then: 
Are you claimed of them again, 
Now you've gone beyond my ken, 
Gray Eyes? 

Sailing over perilous seas, 
Dreaming under rowan-trees; 
Quiet heart and quiet hand, 
Are you back in Fairyland, 
Gray Eyes?

You were cold as winter snow 
To the soul that sought to know, 
Creed and whimsy old and new, 
Heights and deeps and dreams of you, 
Gray Eyes? 

Are you kinder now my feet 
Lose your track in lane and street, 
For all time, O cold and sweet 
Gray Eyes? 

Do you wish that you could set 
Me the lesson to forget 
That our souls had ever met,
Gray Eyes? 

Much I sowed and naught I reap,
Come and give me dreams to keep — 
Be not as of old you were,
Cold as death, as void of care,
Gray Eyes? 

Nay, but come without the change, 
I should find the warm heart strange. 
Come to me, as cold as snow — 
For I loved you thus, you know,
Gray Eyes. 

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