Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.066 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.

My Cricket

by Emily Dickinson

−0.0931 − 1.1567i

Drawing the boundary…

Her Dark Eyes Sparkle

by Charles Williams

−0.1562 − 1.1770i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My Cricket

by Emily Dickinson

Farther in Summer than the Birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive mass.

No ordinance is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.

Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Arise this spectral canticle
Repose to typify.

Remit as yet no grace,
No furrow on the glow,
Yet a druidic difference
Enhances nature now.

Her Dark Eyes Sparkle

by Charles Williams

Her dark eyes sparkle,
Whate'er our way,
On all about her
The times display,
On grate or window
Or passer-by,
So quick and gaily
And watchfully:

While mine are brooding
Upon that show,
Heavily lying
And moving slow;
They gain no tincture
(Ashamed and dull)
From all earth's beauties
Most worshipful.

Sweet eyes, remember
This slothful pair,
Teaching them duty
Everywhere
To sight and knowledge
Of things and men,
But when they meet you
O hold them then.

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