Poem fractal

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0.034 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.

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4244 − 0.9664i

Drawing the boundary…

This is my letter to the world

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4304 − 0.9327i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from Leaden Sieves—
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road.

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain and of Plain—
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again—

It reaches to the Fence—
It wraps it, Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in fleeces—
It deals Celestial Veil

To stump and stack—and stem —
The Summer's empty Room—
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them—

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts,
As Ankles of a Queen—
Then stills its Artisans—like Ghosts—
Denying they have been—

This is my letter to the world

by Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the world,
    That never wrote to me, —
The simple news that Nature told,
    With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
    To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
    Judge tenderly of me!

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