Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.062 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.

Death

by Sir Thomas More

0.6618 + 0.0994i

Drawing the boundary…

Music I Heard

by Conrad Aiken

0.6052 + 0.0739i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Death

by Sir Thomas More

Though I be foul, ugly, lean, and mis-shape,
Yet there is none in all this worldë wide
That may my power withstande or escape;
Therefore, sage father, greatly magnified,
Descend from your chair, set apart your pride,
Witsafe to lend—though it be to your pain—
To me, a fool, some of your wise brain.

Music I Heard

by Conrad Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread.
Now that I am without you, all is desolate,
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
 
Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved:
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
 
For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.
And in my heart they will remember always,
—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

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