Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.022 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.

Storm

by Hilda Doolittle

−0.3288 − 0.9344i

Drawing the boundary…

The gods have heard my vows

by Thomas Weelkes

−0.3153 − 0.9523i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Storm

by Hilda Doolittle

You crash over the trees,
you crack the live branch—
the branch is white,
the green crushed,
each leaf is rent like split wood.

You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash—
you have broken off a weighted leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.

The gods have heard my vows

by Thomas Weelkes

The gods have heard my vows,
Fond Lycë, whose fair brows
Wont scorn with such disdain
My love, my tears, my pain.

But now those Spring-tide roses
Are turned to Winter posies,
To rue and thyme and sage,
Fitting that shrivelled age.

Now, youths with hot desire,
See, see that flameless fire,
Which erst your hearts so burned,
Quick into ashes turned.

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