Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.027 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 Phantom

by Thomas Hardy

−0.0827 − 1.1813i

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 Phantom

by Thomas Hardy

That was once her casement,
And the taper nigh, 
Shining from within there
Beckoned, "Here am I!"

Now, as then, I see her
Moving at the pane;
Ah; 'tis but her phantom
Borne within my brain! —

Foremost in my vision 
Everywhere goes she;
Change dissolves the landscapes,
She abides with me.

Shape so sweet and shy, Dear, 
Who can say thee nay ?
Never once do I, Dear, 
Wish thy ghost away.

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