Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.042 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 Wife

by Emily Dickinson

0.0099 − 0.8996i

Drawing the boundary…

A Cradle Song

by William Blake

0.0437 − 0.8743i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Wife

by Emily Dickinson

She rose to his requirement—dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman, and of wife—

If aught she missed in her new day,
Of amplitude, or awe,
Or first Prospective, or the gold
In using, wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl, and weed,
But only to Himself—is known
The fathoms they abide—

A Cradle Song

by William Blake

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!

Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown!
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!

Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee thy mother weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:

Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!

Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.

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