Poem fractal

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0.035 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.

Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

Wild Asters

by Sara Teasdale

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Triumph

by Emily Dickinson

Triumph may be of several kinds.
There's triumph in the room
When that old imperator—Death,
By faith—is overcome.

There's triumph of the finer mind
When truth—affronted long—
Advances unmoved—to her supreme,
Her God. Her only Throng.

A triumph—when temptation's bribe
Is slowly handed back,
One eye upon the Heaven renounced
And one—upon the rack—

Severer triumph—by himself
Experienced—who can pass
Acquitted—from that naked bar—
Jehovah's countenance—

Wild Asters

by Sara Teasdale

In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.

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