Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.038 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.

Alone

by Robert Nichols

−0.0064 − 0.2797i

Drawing the boundary…

Harvesting

by John Drinkwater

0.0272 − 0.2613i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Alone

by Robert Nichols

The grey wind and the grey sea
Tossing under the long grey sky….
My heart is lonelier than the wind;
My heart is emptier than the sky,
And beats more heavily
Than the cold surge beneath the gull,
Wheeling with his reiterant cry
Of loneliness…All, all is lone:
Alone!…
                   And so am I.

Harvesting

by John Drinkwater

Pale sheaves of oats, pocked by untimely rain,
Under October skies,
Teased and forlorn,
Ungathered lie where still the tardy wain
Comes not to seal
The seasons of the corn,
From prime to June, with running barns of grain.

Now time with me is at the middle year,
The register of youth
Is now to sing…
My thoughts are ripe, my moods are in full ear;
That they should fail
Of harvesting,
Uncarried on cold fields, is all my fear.

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