Poem fractal

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0.068 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.

Hollow-Sounding and Mysterious

by Christina Rossetti

−0.7334 − 0.4997i

Drawing the boundary…

Nature's Magic

by William Canton

−0.7396 − 0.5670i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Hollow-Sounding and Mysterious

by Christina Rossetti

There's no replying
To the Wind's sighing,
Telling, foretelling,
Dying, undying,
Dwindling and swelling,
Complaining, droning,
Whistling and moaning,
Ever beginning,
Ending, repeating,
Hinting and dinning,
Lagging and fleeting-—
We've no replying
Living or dying
To the Wind's sighing.

What are you telling,
Variable Wind-tone?
What would be teaching,
O sinking, swelling,
Desolate Wind-moan?
Ever for ever
Teaching and preaching,
Never, ah never
Making us wiser—
The earliest riser
Catches no meaning,
The last who hearkens
Garners no gleaning
Of wisdom's treasure,
While the world darkens:—
Living or dying,
In pain, in pleasure,
We've no replying
To wordless flying
Wind's sighing.

Nature's Magic

by William Canton

Give her the wreckage of strife—
Tumulus, tumbled tower,
Each clod and each stone she'll make her own
With the grass and innocent flower.

Give her the Candlemas snow,
Smiling she'll take the gift,
And out of the flake a snowdrop make,
And a lambkin out of the drift.

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