Poem fractal

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0.028 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.

Memory

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

−0.5043 − 0.1005i

Drawing the boundary…

An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

−0.4774 − 0.1095i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Memory

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour —
'T was noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May —
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

An Idol of Clay

by Nixon Waterman

What did she give for her wedding-ring?
All that a woman may! 
What did the gifts to the giver bring?
Only an idol of clay. 
All the sweet dreams of her girlhood years,
All that a heart could hold; 
All of her hopes and all of her fears, 
All of her smiles and all of her tears.
For one little circle of gold.

Told she the world of the bitter cheat?
Ah, no! With a smiling face 
She clothed her idol from head to feet
With the garments of her grace. 
And no one knew of the tears she wept;
Her griefs they were never guessed, 
For hid in her heart of hearts she kept 
Her thorns of woe. And so she slept
With her hands across her breast.

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