Poem fractal

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0.010 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…

Sit Down, Sad Soul

by Barry Cornwall

0.1112 − 0.8608i

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?

Sit Down, Sad Soul

by Barry Cornwall

Sit down, sad soul, and count
The moments flying:
Come,—tell the sweet amount
That’s lost by sighing!
How many smiles?—a score?
Then laugh, and count no more;
For day is dying.

Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,
And no more measure
The flight of Time, nor weep
The loss of leisure;
But here, by this lone stream,
Lie down with us, and dream
Of starry treasure.

We dream: do thou the same:
We love—for ever;
We laugh; yet few we shame,
The gentle, never.
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies;
Then—hope and happy skies
Are thine for ever!

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