Poem fractal

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0.022 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.

Whose are the little beds

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The Shepherd

by Joseph Campbell

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Whose are the little beds

by Emily Dickinson

Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled—
And no one made reply.

Perhaps they did not hear, I said,
I will inquire again—
Whose are the beds—the tiny beds
So thick upon the plain?

'Tis Daisy, in the shortest—
A little further on—
Nearest the door—to wake the first—
Little Leontoden.

'Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster—
Anemone, and Bell—
Bartsia, in the blanket red—
And chubby Daffodil.

Meanwhile, at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied —
Humming the quaintest lullaby
That ever rocked a child.

Hush! Epigea wakens!
The Crocus stirs her lids —
Rhodora’s cheek is crimson—
She’s dreaming of the woods!

Then turning from them reverent—
Their bedtime ’tis, she said —
The Bumble bees will wake them
When April woods are red.

The Shepherd

by Joseph Campbell

Dark against the stars
He stands: the cloudy bars
Of nebulae, the constellations ring
His forehead like a king.

The ewes are in the fold:
His consciousness is old
As his, who in Chaldaea long ago
Penned his flock, and brooded so.

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