Poem fractal

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0.044 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.

Come slowly—Eden!

by Emily Dickinson

−0.5580 − 1.2106i

Drawing the boundary…

Wind on the Hill

by A. A. Milne

−0.5737 − 1.1691i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Come slowly—Eden!

by Emily Dickinson

Come slowly—Eden!
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines—
As the fainting Bee—

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.

Wind on the Hill

by A. A. Milne

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes....
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

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