Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.051 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.

Oread

by Hilda Doolittle

0.3479 − 0.9545i

Drawing the boundary…

Another Weeping Woman

by Wallace Stevens

0.3042 − 0.9285i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Oread

by Hilda Doolittle

Whirl up, sea—
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.

Another Weeping Woman

by Wallace Stevens

Pour the unhappiness out
From your too bitter heart,
Which grieving will not sweeten.

Poison grows in this dark.
It is in the water of tears
Its black blooms rise.

The magnificent cause of being,
The imagination, the one reality
In this imagined world

Leaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves,
And you are pierced by a death.

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