Poem fractal

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0.052 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.

New feet within my garden go

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

It was not in the Winter

by Thomas Hood

−0.5282 − 0.8230i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

New feet within my garden go

by Emily Dickinson

New feet within my garden go —
New fingers stir the sod —
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green —
New Weary sleep below —
And still the pensive Spring returns —
And still the punctual snow!

It was not in the Winter

by Thomas Hood

It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we passed!

That churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet:—
Oh, no—the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met!

'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the Time of Roses,—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd.—

What else could peer thy glowing cheek,
That tears began to stud?
And when I ask'd the like of Love,
You snatched a damask bud;

And oped it to the dainty core,
Still glowing to the last.—
It was the Time of Roses,—
We plucked them as we pass'd!

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