Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.016 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.

Three Seasons

by Christina Rossetti

−0.1001 − 0.7410i

Drawing the boundary…

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

−0.1159 − 0.7384i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Three Seasons

by Christina Rossetti

"A cup for hope!" she said,
In springtime ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.

"A cup for love!" how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was rippling with a smile
Like summer after snow.

"A cup for memory!"
Cold cup that one must drain alone:
While autumn winds are up and moan
Across the barren sea.

Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening gray
And solitary dove.

Ask not how it came I died

by Robert Nichols

Ask not how it came I died
Whom no power on earth could save,
But know that this man was crucified
Who speaks to you from the grave.

Ask not whom the grass overgrows;
Was his purpose sure or unsure?
Happy alone who knows
His purpose and can endure.

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