Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.079 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.

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

0.4103 − 1.1237i

Drawing the boundary…

At the Last

by Fiona Macleod

0.4828 − 1.1551i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My Youth

by W. H. Davies

My youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;
My moulting days all came
When I was young.

Now, in life's prime, my soul
Comes out in flower;
Late, as with Robin, comes
My singing power;
I was not born to joy
Till this late hour.

At the Last

by Fiona Macleod

She cometh no more:
Time, too, is dead.
The last tide is led
From the last shore.
Eternity…
What is Eternity?
But the sea coming,
The sea going,
For evermore.

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