Poem fractal

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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.

The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old

by James Thomson

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Drawing the boundary…

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old

by James Thomson

I.

The fire that filled my heart of old
Gave lustre while it burned;
Now only ashes grey and cold
Are in its silence urned.
Ah! better was the furious flame,
The splendour with the smart:
I never cared for the singer's fame,
But, oh! for the singer's heart
Once more—
The burning fulgent heart!

II.

No love, no hate, no hope, no fear,
No anguish and no mirth;
Thus life extends from year to' year,
A flat of sullen dearth.
Ah! life's blood creepeth cold and tame,
Life's thought plays no new part:
I never cared for the singer's fame,
But, oh! for the singer's heart
Once more—
The bleeding passionate heart!

Human Nature

by Eugene Field

A beggar-man crept to my side
One bitter, wintry time;
"I want to buy a drink," he cried;
"Please give me, sir, a dime."
If he had craved this boon forlorn
To buy his family meat,
I had passed on in silent scorn,
And left him in the street.

I tossed the money in his hand,
And quoth: "As o'er your wine
Within the tippling-room you stand
Drink thou to me and mine."
He let an earnest "Thank ye" drop—
Then up the street he sped,
And rushed into a baker's shop,
And bought a loaf of bread!

I know not why it was, and yet,
So sudden was the blow,
I felt emotions of regret
That he had duped me so.
Yet, had the hungry beggar said
That he was sore in need
Of that necessity called "bread,"
What man would pay him heed?

 

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