Poem fractal

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0.005 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.

Father—I bring thee—not myself

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Father—I bring thee—not myself

by Emily Dickinson

Father—I bring thee—not myself—
That were the little load—
I bring thee the imperial Heart
I had not power to hold—

The Heart I cherished in my own
Till mine—too heavy grew—
Yet—strangest—heavier—since it went—
Is it too large for you?

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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