Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.032 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.

Humoresque

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−0.0825 − 0.6659i

Drawing the boundary…

Before the Squall

by Arthur Symons

−0.1105 − 0.6499i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Humoresque

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Heaven bless the babe!" they said;
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child.)

"Little does she guess to-day
What the world may be," they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover.)

Before the Squall

by Arthur Symons

The wind is rising on the sea,
     White flashes dance along the deep,
That moans as if uneasily
     It turned in an unquiet sleep.

Ridge after rocky ridge upheaves
     A toppling crest that falls in spray
Where the tormented beach receives
     The buffets of the sea’s wild play.

On the horizon’s nearing line,
     Where the sky rests, a visible wall.
Grey in the offing, I divine
     The sails that fly before the squall.

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