Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.010 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…

Twilight

by Sara Teasdale

−0.4319 − 0.8641i

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.

Twilight

by Sara Teasdale

Dreamily over the roofs,
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.

Slowly over the earth,
The wings of night are falling;
My heart, like the bird in the tree,
Is calling, calling, calling.

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