Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.040 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.

Silently she’s combing

by James Joyce

−0.0294 − 0.9231i

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.

Silently she’s combing

by James Joyce

Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair,
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.

The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dappled grass,
And still she’s combing her long hair
Before the looking-glass.

I pray you, cease to comb out,
Comb out your long hair,
For I have heard of witchery
Under a pretty air,

That makes as one thing to the lover
Staying and going hence,
All fair, with many a pretty air
And many a negligence.

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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