Poem fractal

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0.029 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 Goal

by Emily Dickinson

0.2305 − 0.6077i

Drawing the boundary…

Waiting

by John Burroughs

0.2033 − 0.6183i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Goal

by Emily Dickinson

Each Life converges to some Centre —
Expressed — or still —
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal —

Admitted scarcely to itself — it may be —
Too fair
For Credibility's temerity
To dare —

Adored with caution — as a brittle Heaven —
To reach —
Were hopeless — as the Rainbow's Raiment
To touch —

Yet persevered toward — surer — for the Distance —
How high —
Unto the Saints' slow Diligence —
The Sky —

Ungained — it may be — by a Life's low Venture —
But then —
Eternity enable the Endeavoring
Again —

Waiting

by John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

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