Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.045 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 Dream

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.5316 − 0.4718i

Drawing the boundary…

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre

by Pierre de Ronsard

0.5062 − 0.4346i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Dream

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,—
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose,—it screeched!

Swung in the wind,—and no wind blowing!—
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,—
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter,—
Ah, it is good to feel you there!

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre

by Pierre de Ronsard

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre,
Ni Myrmidon, ni Dolope soudart,
Ni cet Archer, dont l'homicide dard
Tua ton frère et mit ta ville en cendre.

Un camp armé pour esclave te rendre
Du port d'Aulide en ma faveur ne part,
Et tu ne vois au pied de ton rempart
Pour t'enlever mille barques descendre.

Hélas! je suis ce Corèbe insensé,
Dont le cœur vit mortellement blessé,
Non de la main du Grégois Pénelée:

Mais de cent traits qu'un archerot va inqueur
Par une voie en mes yeux recélée,
Sans y penser me tira dans le cœur.

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