Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.030 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.

One Sea-Side Grave

by Christina Rossetti

−0.5992 − 1.1334i

Drawing the boundary…

Apparitions

by Robert Browning

−0.5931 − 1.1625i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

One Sea-Side Grave

by Christina Rossetti

Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!

Cold as the cold Decembers,
Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
And all the rest forget,—
But one remembers yet.

Apparitions

by Robert Browning

Such a starved bank of moss
Till, that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!

Sky—what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Ray on ray split the shroud:
Splendid, a star!

World—how it walled about
Life with disgrace,
Till God's own smile came out:
That was thy face!

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