Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.027 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.

The Key-Board

by William Watson

−0.5175 − 0.8446i

Drawing the boundary…

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

−0.4911 − 0.8400i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Key-Board

by William Watson

Five-and-thirty black slaves,
Half-a-hundred white,
All their duty but to sing
For their Queen's delight,
Now with throats of thunder,
Now with dulcet lips,
While she rules them royally
With her finger-tips!

When she quits her palace,
All the slaves are dumb-
Dumb with dolour till the Queen
Back to Court is come:
Dumb the throats of thunder,
Dumb the dulcet lips,
Lacking all the sovereignty
Of her finger-tips.

Dusky slaves and pallid,
Ebon slaves and white,
When the Queen was on her throne
How you sang to-night!
Ah, the throats of thunder!
Ah, the dulcet lips!
Ah, the gracious tyrannies
Of her finger-tips!

Silent, silent, silent,
All your voices now;
Was it then her life alone
Did your life endow?
Waken, throats of thunder!
Waken, dulcet lips!
Touched to immortality
By her finger-tips.

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

I had a dream of her last night;
It seemed I was in Hell;
A listless river past me went,
Of which old poets tell.

And as I watched the slipping stream,
A tress of woman's hair
Was drifted on the languid wave,
And it was golden fair.

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