Poem fractal

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0.036 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.

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

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Drawing the boundary…

The last night that she lived

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Evil

by Arthur Davison Ficke

A twig crackles behind me….
I start, and turn in fear
As flashes of terror blind me…
There is nothing near.

An eye gleams from the shadow…
Ah, it is only the sun…
What haunts this wood, this meadow?
What have I done?

The last night that she lived

by Emily Dickinson

The last night that she lived,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things, —
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as 't were.

That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite.

We waited while she passed;
It was a narrow time,
Too jostled were our souls to speak,
At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,
Consented, and was dead.

And we, we placed the hair,
And drew the head erect;
And then an awful leisure was,
Our faith to regulate.

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