Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.025 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 Book of Martyrs

by Emily Dickinson

−0.2297 − 0.6215i

Drawing the boundary…

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

by Elizabeth Prentiss

−0.2383 − 0.6449i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Book of Martyrs

by Emily Dickinson

Read — Sweet — how others — strove —
Till we — are stouter —
What they — renounced —
Till we — are less afraid —
How many times they — bore the faithful witness —
Till we — are helped —
As if a Kingdom — cared!

Read then — of faith —
That shone above the fagot —
Clear strains of Hymn
The River could not drown —
Brave names of Men —
And Celestial Women —
Passed out — of Record
Into — Renown!

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

by Elizabeth Prentiss

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father's watching the sheep,
Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,
And down drops a little dream for thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
 
Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep,
The little stars are the lambs, I guess,
The bright moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
 
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy Savior loves His sheep;
He is the Lamb of God on high
Who for our sakes came down to die.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

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