Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Oread

by Hilda Doolittle

0.3479 − 0.9545i

Drawing the boundary…

Exchanges

by Ernest Dowson

0.2883 − 0.9733i

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.

Exchanges

by Ernest Dowson

All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.

Little enough I sought:
But a word compassionate,
A passing glance, or thought,
For me outside the gate:
Little enough I sought.

Little enough I found:
All that you had, perchance!
With the dead leaves on the ground,
I dance the devil's dance.
All that you had I found.

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