Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.050 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.

Aspiration

by Emily Dickinson

0.1994 − 0.9180i

Drawing the boundary…

Ebb

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.2357 − 0.9525i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Aspiration

by Emily Dickinson

We never know how high we are
  Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
  Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
  Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
  For fear to be a king.

Ebb

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

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