Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.033 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.

Veneta

by Mary Coleridge

0.1453 − 0.8698i

Drawing the boundary…

The Poorhouse

by Sara Teasdale

0.1780 − 0.8708i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Veneta

by Mary Coleridge

Wind and waters ring the bells
That rang for them of high degree,
Trumpets are the sounding shells
In the city under the sea.

Where a Queen was wont to hide
Her outwearied majesty,
Swim the fishes open-eyed
In the city under the sea.

Many a street lies broad and fair,
Many a palace fair and free,
Neither a man nor woman there,
In the city under the sea.

The Poorhouse

by Sara Teasdale

Hope went by and peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health went by
And Love that is their kin.

Those within the house shed tears
On their bitter bread;
Some were old and some were mad,
And some were sick a-bed.

Gray Death saw the wretched house
And even he passed by—
"They have never lived," he said,
"They can wait to die."

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