Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.028 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.

This—is the land—the Sunset washes—

by Emily Dickinson

−0.6083 − 0.6321i

Drawing the boundary…

The Molls

by Dylan Thomas

−0.6171 − 0.6058i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

This—is the land—the Sunset washes—

by Emily Dickinson

This—is the land—the Sunset washes—
These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea—
Where it rose—or whither it rushes—
These—are the Western Mystery!

Night after night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales—
Merchantmen—poise upon Horizons—
Dip—and vanish like Orioles!

The Molls

by Dylan Thomas

I found them lying on the floor,
Male shapes, girl-lipped, but clad like boys
Night after night their hands implore
Emetic Percies for their joys.

They retch into my secret night
With stale and terrifying camp
And offer as the last delight
A crude, unhappy, anal cramp.

Gently they sigh to my behind
Wilde words, all buttered, badly bred,
And when I dream of them I find
Peacockstain’s poems on my bed.

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