Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.017 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.

Revolutions

by Matthew Arnold

−0.2068 + 0.1270i

Drawing the boundary…

Time enough to rot

by Dylan Thomas

−0.2086 + 0.1441i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Revolutions

by Matthew Arnold

Before man parted for this earthly strand,
While yet upon the verge of heaven he stood,
God put a heap of letters in his hand,
And bade him make with them what word he could.

And man has turned them many times; made Greece,
Rome, England, France; yes, nor in vain essayed
Way after way, changes that never cease!
The letters have combined, something was made.

But ah! an inextinguishable sense
Haunts him that he has not made what he should;
That he has still, though old, to recommence,
Since he has not yet found the word God would.

And empire after empire, at their height
Of sway, have felt this boding sense come on;
Have felt their huge frames not constructed right,
And drooped, and slowly died upon their throne.

One day, thou say’st, there will at last appear
The word, the order, which God meant should be.
—Ah! we shall know that well when it comes near;
The band will quit man’s heart, he will breathe free.

Time enough to rot

by Dylan Thomas

Time enough to rot;
Toss overhead
Your golden ball of blood;
Breathe against air,
Puffing the light’s flame to and fro,
Not drawing in your suction’s kiss.
Your mouth’s fine dust
Will find such love against the grain,
And break through dark;
It’s acrid in the streets;
A paper witch upon her sulphured broom
Flies from the gutter.
The still go hard,
The moving fructify;
The walker’s apple’s black as sin;
The waters of his mind draw in.
Then swim your head,
For you’ve a sea to lie.

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