Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.051 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.

Nearer

by Robert Nichols

0.4587 − 1.1086i

Drawing the boundary…

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

0.4103 − 1.1237i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Nearer

by Robert Nichols

Nearer and ever nearer….
My body, tired but tense,
Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure
And tremulous confidence.

Arms to have and to use them
And a soul to be made
Worthy if not worthy;
If afraid, unafraid.

To endure for a little,
To endure and have done:
Men I love about me,
Over me the sun!

And should at last suddenly
Fly the speeding death,
The four great quarters of heaven
Receive this little breath.

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

My youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;
My moulting days all came
When I was young.

Now, in life's prime, my soul
Comes out in flower;
Late, as with Robin, comes
My singing power;
I was not born to joy
Till this late hour.

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