Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.019 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.

To help our bleaker parts

by Emily Dickinson

−0.2558 − 0.9040i

Drawing the boundary…

Southern Light

by D. H. Lawrence

−0.2734 − 0.9101i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Southern Light

by D. H. Lawrence

Come up, thou red thing.
Come up, and be called a moon.

The mosquitoes are biting to-night
Like memories.

Memories, northern memories,
Bitter-stinging white world that bore us
Subsiding into this night.

Call it moonrise
This red anathema?

Rise, thou red thing,
Unfold slowly upwards, blood-dark;
Burst the night’s membrane of tranquil stars
Finally.

Maculate
The red Macula.

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