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.

Father—I bring thee—not myself

by Emily Dickinson

0.1038 − 0.8536i

Drawing the boundary…

The Bluebird

by Emily Dickinson

0.1043 − 0.8508i

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?

The Bluebird

by Emily Dickinson

Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of independent hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.

With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!

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