Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

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.

Memorials

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4228 − 0.8597i

Drawing the boundary…

The Mist

by Carl Sandburg

−0.4547 − 0.8486i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Memorials

by Emily Dickinson

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him, —
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.

The Mist

by Carl Sandburg

I am the mist, the impalpable mist, 
Back of the thing you seek 
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space 

Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory 

But no one passes me, 
I tangle and snare them all 
I am the cause of the Sphinx, 
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx 

I was at the first of things, 
I will be at the last 
I am the primal mist 
And no man passes me,
My long impalpable arms 
Bar them all 

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