Poem fractal

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Suffering

by Mathilde Blind

−0.1587 + 0.2318i

Drawing the boundary…

The Handsome Heart

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

−0.1599 + 0.2147i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Suffering

by Mathilde Blind

Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here below,
Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain,
Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain,
Wrung as forged iron, hammered blow on blow.
Take counsel with your grief, in that you know,
That he who suffers suffers not in vain,
Nay, that it shall be for the whole world's gain,
And wisdom prove the priceless price of woe.

Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet
Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray
May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat:
But, from the impotent body of defeat,
The winners spring who carve a conquering way,
Measured by milestones of their perished clay.

The Handsome Heart

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy
You?'—'Father, what you buy me I like best.'
With the sweetest air that said, still plied and pressed,
He swung to his first poised purport of reply.

What the heart is! which, like carriers let fly—
Doff darkness, homing nature knows the rest—
To its own fine function, wild and self-instressed,
Falls light as ten years long taught how to and why.

Mannerly-hearted! more than handsome face—
Beauty's bearing or muse of mounting vein,
All, in this case, bathed in high hallowing grace…

Of heaven what boon to buy you, boy, or gain
Not granted?— Only…O on that path you pace
Run all your race, O brace sterner that strain!

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