Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.005 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.

Rich, Though Poor

by Alice Cary

−0.3947 − 0.2159i

Drawing the boundary…

How Still the Night

by Joseph Campbell

−0.3895 − 0.2164i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Rich, Though Poor

by Alice Cary

Red in the east the morning broke,
And in three chambers three men woke;
One through curtains wove that night
In the loom of the spider, saw the light
Lighting the rafters black and old,
And sighed for the genii to make them gold.

One in a chamber, high and fair,
With paneled ceilings, enameled rare,
On the purple canopy of his bed
Saw the light with a sluggard's dread,
And buried his sullen and sickly face
Deep in his pillow fringed with lace.

One, from a low and grassy bed,
With the golden air for a coverlet;
No ornaments had he to wear
But his curling beard and his coal-black hair;
His wealth was his acres, and oxen twain,
And health was his cheerful chamberlain.

Night fell stormy —"Woe is me!"
Sighed so wearily two of the three;
"The corn I planted to-day will sprout,"
Said one, "and the roses be blushing out;"
And his heart with its joyful hope o'er-ran:
Think you he was the poorest man?

How Still the Night

by Joseph Campbell

How still the night!
The air, a fragrance fallen from unseen wings;
The pine-trunks, stones of some dark and secret temple;
Venus, a lantern burning without flame.

But my soul is not still.
The wind blows bitterly;
The pines groan on their rock-nourished roots;
The stars are blotted out.

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