Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.059 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…

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

0.0669 − 1.0580i

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—

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

No more violets,
And the year
Broken into smoky panels.
What woods remember now
Her calls, her enthusiasms.

That ritual of sap and leaves
The sun drew out,
Ends in this latter muffled
Bronze and brass. The wind
Takes rein.

If, dusty, I bear
An image beyond this
Already fallen harvest,
I can only query, "Fool—
Have you remembered too long;

Or was there too little said
For ease or resolution—
Summer scarcely begun
And violets,
A few picked, the rest dead?"

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