Poem fractal

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0.031 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.

Who robbed the woods?

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4620 − 0.6060i

Drawing the boundary…

A poor torn heart, a tattered heart

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Who robbed the woods?

by Emily Dickinson

Who robbed the woods—
The trusting woods?
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burrs and mosses—
His fantasy to please—
He scanned their trinkets—curious—
He grasped—he bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Fir tree—say?

I robbed the woods—
The trusting woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burrs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets—curious—
I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?

A poor torn heart, a tattered heart

by Emily Dickinson

A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.

The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There, — sandals for the barefoot;
There, — gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.

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