Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.034 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.

It dropped so low

by Emily Dickinson

−0.3821 − 0.8485i

Drawing the boundary…

I Look into My Glass

by Thomas Hardy

−0.3487 − 0.8535i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

It dropped so low

by Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low—in my regard—
I heard it hit the ground—
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind—

Yet blamed the fate that fractured—less
Than I reviled myself.
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.

I Look into My Glass

by Thomas Hardy

I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"

For then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.

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