Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

My Cricket

by Emily Dickinson

−0.0931 − 1.1567i

Drawing the boundary…

The Mad Woman

by Orrick Johns

−0.0825 − 1.1378i

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.

The Mad Woman

by Orrick Johns

She sat home long, the woman
Who came through our wood,
After years of seeing
But what her window could…

I wonder if the wild eyes
I saw as she passed
Found beneath the river
What cleared their gaze at last.

I wonder if her face
Was not a girl's again,
And if she found the flowers
Thick about the glen;

And if among her thoughts
So dark we couldn't see,
It only was her reason
Came to make her free.

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