Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.027 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.

Two Worlds

by Emily Dickinson

−0.3529 − 0.9232i

Drawing the boundary…

Storm

by Hilda Doolittle

−0.3288 − 0.9344i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Two Worlds

by Emily Dickinson

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.

Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.

Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.

Storm

by Hilda Doolittle

You crash over the trees,
you crack the live branch—
the branch is white,
the green crushed,
each leaf is rent like split wood.

You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash—
you have broken off a weighted leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.

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