Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.018 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.

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4386 − 0.5540i

Drawing the boundary…

Vestigia

by Bliss Carman

−0.4354 − 0.5361i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore
Has vanquished flame's conditions,
It quivers from the forge
Without a color, but the light—
Of unanointed blaze.

Least village boasts its blacksmith
Whose anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs—within,
Refining these impatient ores
With hammer, and with blaze
Until the designated light
Repudiate the forge—

Vestigia

by Bliss Carman

I took a day to search for god,
And found Him not. But as I trod
By rocky ledge, through woods untamed,
Just where one scarlet lily flamed,
I saw His footprint in the sod.

Then suddenly, all unaware,
Far off in the deep shadows, where
A solitary hermit thrush
Sang through the holy twilight hush—
I heard His voice upon the air.

And even as I marvelled how
God gives us Heaven here and now,
In a stir of wind that hardly shook
The poplar leaves beside the brook—
His hand was light upon my brow.

At last with evening as I turned
Homeward, and thought what I had learned
And all that there was still to probe—
I caught the glory of His robe
Where the last fires of sunset burned.

Back to the world with quickening start
I looked and longed for any part
In making saving Beauty be….
And from that kindling ecstasy
I knew God dwelt within my heart.

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