Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.020 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.

In a Station of the Metro

by Ezra Pound

0.0961 − 0.4718i

Drawing the boundary…

Patty

by John Clare

0.0788 − 0.4825i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Patty

by John Clare

Ye swampy fields of pasture ground,
And rushy spreading greens;
Ye rugged brakes in brambles bound,
And freedom’s wildered scenes;
I’ve trod ye oft, and love ye dear,
And kind was fate to let me;
On you I found my all, for here
’Twas first my Patty met me.

Flow on, thou gently plashing stream,
O’er weed-beds wild and rank;
Delighted I’ve enjoyed my dream
Upon thy mossy bank:
Bemoistening many a weedy stem,
I’ve watched thee wind so clearly;
And on thy bank I found the gem
That makes me love thee dearly.

Thou wilderness, so rudely gay;
Oft as I seek thy plain,
Oft as I wend my steps away,
And meet my joys again,
And brush the weaving branches by
Of briars and thorns so matty;
So oft reflection warms a sigh, —
Here first I met my Patty.

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