Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.030 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.

A Thunder-Storm

by Emily Dickinson

−0.6304 − 0.7167i

Drawing the boundary…

Lost

by Carl Sandburg

−0.6439 − 0.7432i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Thunder-Storm

by Emily Dickinson

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.

The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.

The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.

The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just quartering a tree.

Lost

by Carl Sandburg

Desolate and lone 
All night long on the lake 
Where fog trails and mist creeps. 
The whistle of a boat 
Calls and cries unendingly.
Like some lost child 
In tears and trouble 
Hunting the harbor's breast 
And the harbor's eyes 

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