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.

Southern Light

by D. H. Lawrence

−0.2734 − 0.9101i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dream Hunt

by Ford Madox Hueffer

−0.2639 − 0.8659i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Southern Light

by D. H. Lawrence

Come up, thou red thing.
Come up, and be called a moon.

The mosquitoes are biting to-night
Like memories.

Memories, northern memories,
Bitter-stinging white world that bore us
Subsiding into this night.

Call it moonrise
This red anathema?

Rise, thou red thing,
Unfold slowly upwards, blood-dark;
Burst the night’s membrane of tranquil stars
Finally.

Maculate
The red Macula.

The Dream Hunt

by Ford Madox Hueffer

My lady rides a-hunting
Upon a dapple grey:
Six trumpeters they ride behind,
Six prickers clear the way.

And when she climbs the hillsides
The Hunt cries: "Ho! la! Lo!"
And when she trails along the dales
The merry horns do blow.

And so in summer weather,
Before the heat of day,
My darling takes all eyes and breaks
My heart and makes away.

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