Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.023 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.

The Lost Thought

by Emily Dickinson

0.0763 − 0.8139i

Drawing the boundary…

Chloe Divine

by Thomas d'Urfey

0.0912 − 0.7967i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Lost Thought

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a clearing in my mind
  As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
  But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
  Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
  Like balls upon a floor.

Chloe Divine

by Thomas d'Urfey

Chloe's a Nymph in flowery groves,
A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from her eyes,
The Graces point her charms;
Orpheus is rivall'd in her voice,
And Venus in her arms.

Never so happily in one
Did heaven and earth combine:
And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone
That makes her so divine.

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