Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.059 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.

Is bliss, then, such abyss

by Emily Dickinson

0.1026 − 1.1867i

Drawing the boundary…

Any Human to Another

by Countee Cullen

0.1526 − 1.2177i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Is bliss, then, such abyss

by Emily Dickinson

Is Bliss then such Abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?—

I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my Boot—
For yet to buy another Pair
Is possible—
At any store—

But Bliss is sold just once—
The Patent lost
None buy it any more—

Any Human to Another

by Countee Cullen

The ills I sorrow at
Not me alone
Like an arrow,
Pierce to the marrow,
Through the fat
And past the bone.

Your grief and mine
Must intertwine
Like sea and river,
Be fused and mingle,
Diverse yet single,
Forever and forever.

Let no man be so proud
And confident,
To think he is allowed
A little tent
Pitched in a meadow
Of sun and shadow
All his little own.

Joy may be shy, unique,
Friendly to a few,
Sorrow never scorned to speak
To any who
Were false or true.

Your every grief
Like a blade
Shining and unsheathed
Must strike me down.
Of bitter aloes wreathed,
My sorrow must be laid
On your head like a crown.

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