Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.049 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.

Song of a Man Who Is Not Loved

by D. H. Lawrence

0.1698 + 0.4320i

Drawing the boundary…

Acrostic on Miss Sally Clarke

by Thomas Chatterton

0.1519 + 0.4777i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Song of a Man Who Is Not Loved

by D. H. Lawrence

The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;
If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;
Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.

I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonder
What effect I can have. My hands wave under
The heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.

I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowing
Me like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowing
Whither or why or even how I am going.

So much there is outside me, so infinitely
Small am I, what matter if minutely
I beat my way, to be lost immediately?

How shall I flatter myself that I can do
Anything in such immensity? I am too
Little to count in the wind that drifts me through.

Acrostic on Miss Sally Clarke

by Thomas Chatterton

Seraphic virgins of the tuneful choir,
Assist me to prepare the sounding lyre.
Like her I sing, soft, sensible, and fair,
Let the smooth numbers warble in the air.
Ye prudes, coquettes, and all the misled throng,
Can beauty, virtue, sense, demand the song?
Look then on Clarke, and see them all unite :
A beauteous pattern to the always-right.
Rest here, my muse, nor soar above thy sphere—
Kings might pay adoration to the fair,
Enchanting, full of joy, peerless in face and air.

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content