Poem fractal

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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.

Stupidity

by Amy Lowell

0.0144 − 0.4466i

Drawing the boundary…

Heroes in the Skies

by Richard

0.0013 − 0.4289i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Stupidity

by Amy Lowell

Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
I broke and bruised your rose.
I hardly could suppose
It were a thing so fragile that my clutch
Could kill it, thus.

It stood so proudly up upon its stem,
I knew no thought of fear,
And coming very near
Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,
Tearing it down.

Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,
The crimson petals, all
Outspread about my fall.
They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone
Of memory.

And with my words I carve a little jar
To keep their scented dust,
Which, opening, you must
Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far
More grieved than you.

Heroes in the Skies

by Richard

In the heart of Britain's darkest hour,
When the clouds of war did loom,
Young men rose with steadfast power,
Defenders of our land and home.

Up they soared, into the fire,
Wings of steel, hearts of gold.
Guided by a nation's desire,
Brave and bold, their story told.

Oh, Heroes in the skies, you answered the call,
With valour and might, you gave it your all.
Churchill's words forever true,
So much owed by so many, to so few.

In the blue where eagles fly,
With courage that will never fade,
They faced the storm, they touched the sky,
Their legacy in history laid.

Through the flak and roaring thunder,
Guardians of the free and fair.
Their sacrifice, we remember,
Echoes of their daring air.

From the cliffs of Dover to London’s heart,
Their spirit lives, it won’t depart.
In every field and rolling hill,
Their courage stands, enduring still.

From Spitfires’ wings to Hurricane’s roar,
They held the line, they won the war.
A grateful land, forever more,
Salutes the airmen, who fought before.

So let the banners wave on high,
And let the songs of praise be heard.
For those who soared into the sky,
We'll ne'er forget their noble word.

Oh, Heroes in the skies, we remember you,
With eternal thanks, our hearts renew.
For never in history, such courage did ensue,
So much owed by so many, to so few.

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