Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.025 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.

Tavern

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.0825 − 0.9198i

Drawing the boundary…

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

−0.0659 − 0.9388i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Tavern

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May sit them down and rest.

There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.

There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.

Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

A twig crackles behind me….
I start, and turn in fear
As flashes of terror blind me…
There is nothing near.

An eye gleams from the shadow…
Ah, it is only the sun…
What haunts this wood, this meadow?
What have I done?

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