Poem fractal

Side by side

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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.

It nods and curtseys and recovers

by A.E.Housman

−0.8911 − 0.7107i

Drawing the boundary…

Docks

by Carl Sandburg

−0.8577 − 0.6750i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It nods and curtseys and recovers

by A.E.Housman

It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.

The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The man, he does not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for love.

Docks

by Carl Sandburg

Strolling along 
By the teeming docks, 
I watch the ships put out. 
Black ships that heave and lunge 
And move like mastodons 
Arising from lethargic sleep 

The fathomed harbor 
Calls them not nor dares 
Them to a strain of action,
But outward, on and outward, 
Sounding low-reverberating calls, 
Shaggy in the half-lit distance, 
They pass the pointed headland, 
View the wide, far-lifting wilderness 
And leap with cumulative speed 
To test the challenge of the sea 

Plunging, 
Doggedly onward plunging,
Into salt and mist and foam and sun 

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