Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.012 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.

Elegy in April and September

by Wilfred Owen

0.0530 − 0.3092i

Drawing the boundary…

On a Bed of Guernsey Lilies

by Christopher Smart

0.0470 − 0.3199i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Elegy in April and September

by Wilfred Owen

Hush, thrush!
Hush, missen-thrush, I listen
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.

Be still, daffodil!
And wave me not so bravely.
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.

Look, brook!
O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook…Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will wind among these fields for him.

Gaze, daisy!
Stare up through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.

Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose…

Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn…

Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood…

On a Bed of Guernsey Lilies

by Christopher Smart

Ye beauties! O how great the sum
Of sweetness that ye bring,
On what a charity ye come
To bless the latter spring!
How kind the visit that ye pay,
Like strangers on a rainy day,
When heartiness despair'd of guests:
No neighbour's praise your pride alarms,
No rival flow'r surveys your charms,
Or heightens, or contests!

Lo, thro' her works gay nature grieves
How brief she is and frail,
As ever o'er the falling leaves
Autumnal winds prevail.
Yet still the philosophic mind
Consolatory food can find,
And hope her anchorage maintain:
We never are deserted quite;
'Tis by succession of delight
That love supports his reign.

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content