Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.027 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.

Music

by Amy Lowell

−0.1578 − 0.1343i

Drawing the boundary…

Here lie the beasts

by Dylan Thomas

−0.1845 − 0.1316i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Music

by Amy Lowell

The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.

In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.
There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!

But when night comes and he plays his flute,
I think of him as a young man,
With gold seals hanging from his watch,
And a blue coat with silver buttons.
As I lie in my bed
The flute-notes push against my ears and lips,
And I go to sleep, dreaming.

Here lie the beasts

by Dylan Thomas

Here lie the beasts of man and here I feast,
The dead man said,
And silently I milk the devil’s breast.
Here spring the silent venoms of his blood,
Here clings the meat to sever from his side.
Hell’s in the dust.

Here lies the beast of man and here his angels, 
The dead man said,
And silently I milk the buried flowers.
Here drips a silent honey in my shroud,
Here slips the ghost who made of my pale bed
The heaven’s house.

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