Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.019 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.

Eyes

by Arthur Symons

0.0928 − 0.6854i

Drawing the boundary…

Love me

by Dylan Thomas

0.0894 − 0.6664i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Eyes

by Arthur Symons

Under the heaven of her brows'
Unclouded noon of peace, there lies
A leafy heaven of hazel boughs
In the seclusion of her eyes;

Her troubling eyes that cannot rest;
And there's a little flame that dances,
A firefly in a grassy nest,
In the green circle of her glances;

A frolic faun that must be hid,
Shyly, in some fantastic shade,
Where pity droops a tender lid
On laughter of itself afraid.

Love me

by Dylan Thomas

Love me, not as the dreaming nurses
My falling lungs, nor as the cypress
In his age the lass’s clay.
Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, not as the girls of heaven
Their airy lovers, nor the mermaiden
Her salty lovers in the sea.
Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, not as the ruffling pigeon
The tops of trees, nor as the legion
Of the gulls the lip of waves.
Love me and lift your mask.

Love me, as loves the mole his darkness
And the timid deer the tigress:
Hate and fear be your two loves.
Love me and lift your mask.

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