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.

The Last Word

by Matthew Arnold

−0.2394 − 0.6112i

Drawing the boundary…

Maidens

by A. Mary F. Robinson

−0.2536 − 0.5989i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Last Word

by Matthew Arnold

Creep into thy narrow bed,—
Creep, and let no more be said.
Vain thy onset! all stands fast.
Thou thyself must break at last.

Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!
Thou art tired: best be still.

They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?
Better men fared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot, and passed,
Hotly charged—and sank at last.

Charge once more, then, and be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come,
When the forts of folly fall,
Find thy body by the wall!

Maidens

by A. Mary F. Robinson

O rare bright courage of the stars
That pierce the abysmal depth of night!
Lo, dancing Hesper, Vega, Mars!
And all the heavens pulse with light.

So maidens in a world of woe
Smile unafraid, and, smiling, save;
As fair, as innocently brave
As almonds flowering in the snow!

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