Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.012 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.

Parting

by Edward Thomas

−0.1358 − 0.5556i

Drawing the boundary…

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

−0.1351 − 0.5433i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Parting

by Edward Thomas

The Past is a strange land, most strange.
Wind blows not there, nor does rain fall:
If they do, they cannot hurt at all.
Men of all kinds as equals range

The soundless fields and streets of it.
Pleasure and pain there have no sting,
The perished self not suffering
That lacks all blood and nerve and wit,

And is in shadow-land a shade.
Remembered joy and misery
Bring joy to the joyous equally;
Both sadden the sad. So memory made

Parting to-day a double pain:
First because it was parting; next
Because the ill it ended vexed
And mocked me from the Past again,

Not as what had been remedied
Had I gone on,—not that, oh no!
But as itself no longer woe;
Sighs, angry word and look and deed

Being faded: rather a kind of bliss,
For there spiritualized it lay
In the perpetual yesterday
That naught can stir or stain like this.

To a Very Slow Air

by Philip Arthur Larkin

The golden sheep are feeding, and 
Their mouths harbour contentment,
Gladly my tongue praises 
This hour scourged of dissension 
By weight of their joyous fleeces.

The cloven hills are kneeling,
The sun such an anointment
Upon the forehead, on the hands and feet,
That all air is appointed
Our candid clothing, our elapsing state.

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