Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

0.0830 − 1.1151i

Drawing the boundary…

Who never lost, are unprepared

by Emily Dickinson

0.0976 − 1.0819i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

It was too late for Man—
But early yet for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—our side—

How excellent the Heaven—
When Earth—cannot be had—
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our new neighbor—God—

Who never lost, are unprepared

by Emily Dickinson

Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

Who never climbed the weary league —
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro’s shore?

How many Legions overcome —
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?

How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write “Promoted”
On this Soldier’s brow!

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