Poem fractal

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0.023 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.

The Spell

by Gerald Gould

−0.3719 − 0.9354i

Drawing the boundary…

Two Worlds

by Emily Dickinson

−0.3529 − 0.9232i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Spell

by Gerald Gould

Before the night was cloven
Or morning's spears aflame,
I knew the spell was woven
To bind the day that came:

It seemed the great earth trembled,
The wind was strange and shy,
The ancient seas dissembled
Their lone and boding cry;

And, as the sap that rises
Disturbs the heart of spring,
The sense of near surprises
Made all my pulses sing.

Blind hope and phantom warning
Are vaguely touched with fire—
My heart has faced the morning,
Desiring to desire!

And now the hills have framed you,
Advancing careless yet,
And now my lips have named you,
And now my hands have met.

Oh light of eyes uplifted!
Oh pang of love begun!
Our wandering lives have drifted
How strangely into one!

Two Worlds

by Emily Dickinson

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.

Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.

Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.

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