Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.042 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.

Revisited

by Madison Julius Cawein

0.0192 + 0.8561i

Drawing the boundary…

Rooms

by Charlotte Mew

−0.0193 + 0.8399i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Revisited

by Madison Julius Cawein

It was beneath a waning moon when all the woods were sear,
And winds made eddies of the leaves that whispered far and near,
I met her on the bramble bridge we parted at last year.

At first I deemed her but a mist that faltered in that place,
An autumn mist beneath the trees the moon's thin beams did lace,
Until I neared and in the moon beheld her face to face.

The crinkle of the summer heat above the drouth-burnt leas;
The shimmer of the thistle-drift adown the silences;
The gliding of the fairy-fire between the swamp and trees:

All qualified her presence as a sorrow may a dream—
The vague suggestion of a self; the glimmer of a gleam;
The actual and unreal of the things that are and seem.

Where once she came with welcome and glad eyes, all loving-wise,
She passed, and gave no greeting that my heart could recognize,
With far, set face, unseeing, and sad, unremembering eyes.

It was beneath a waning moon when woods were bleak and sear,
And winds made whispers of the leaves that eddied far and near,
I met her ghost upon the bridge we parted at last year.

Rooms

by Charlotte Mew

I remember rooms that have had their part 
     In the steady slowing down of the heart. 
The room in Paris, the room at Geneva, 
The little damp room with the seaweed smell, 
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide— 
     Rooms where for good or for ill—things died. 
But there is the room where we (two) lie dead, 
Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as well seem to sleep again 
     As we shall somewhere in the other quieter, dustier bed 
     Out there in the sun—in the rain. 

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