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.

Psalm of the Day

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

Lost

by Carl Sandburg

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Psalm of the Day

by Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon, —
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.

The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer's name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;

Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred
By tropic hint, — some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;

Or wind's bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.

Lost

by Carl Sandburg

Desolate and lone 
All night long on the lake 
Where fog trails and mist creeps. 
The whistle of a boat 
Calls and cries unendingly.
Like some lost child 
In tears and trouble 
Hunting the harbor's breast 
And the harbor's eyes 

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