Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.030 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.

The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

−0.3279 + 0.2669i

Drawing the boundary…

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

−0.3378 + 0.2390i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Life

by James Clarence Mangan

O, human Destiny! thou art a mystery,
Which tasks the o'erwearied intellect in vain;
O, World! thou art a cabalistic history,
Whose lessons madden and destroy the brain.
O, Life! whose page, a necromantic scroll,
Is charactered with sentences of terror,
Which, like the shapes on a magician's mirror,
At once bewilder and appal the soul,

We blindly roam thy Labyrinth of Error,
And clasp a phantom when we gain thy goal.
Yet roll, thou troubled Flood of Time! Still bear
Thy base wrecks to the whirlgulf of the Past,
But Man and Heaven will bless thee if thou hast
Spared for their final sphere the Noble and the Fair.

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