Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.040 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.

Transplanted

by Emily Dickinson

−0.6245 − 0.3048i

Drawing the boundary…

Self-Pity

by D. H. Lawrence

−0.6368 − 0.3426i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Transplanted

by Emily Dickinson

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes—
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in—
What then? Why, nothing, 
Only, your inference therefrom!

Self-Pity

by D. H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

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