Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.003 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.

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

−0.7467 − 0.6819i

Drawing the boundary…

Tableau

by Countee Cullen

−0.7447 − 0.6792i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Man

by Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
  She felled — he did not fall —
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes —
  He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
  But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
  Acknowledged him a man.

Tableau

by Countee Cullen

Locked arm in arm they cross the way,
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day,
The sable pride of night.

From lowered blinds the dark folk stare,
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.

Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.

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