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.

The Test

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4138 − 1.0120i

Drawing the boundary…

Could mortal lip divine

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4273 − 1.0450i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Test

by Emily Dickinson

I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it, —
I'm used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip — drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
'T was the new liquor, —
That was all!

Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they'll wilt, like men.
Give Himmaleh, —
They'll carry him!

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