Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.040 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.

A dew sufficed itself

by Emily Dickinson

0.1136 − 1.1411i

Drawing the boundary…

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

0.0830 − 1.1151i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A dew sufficed itself

by Emily Dickinson

A dew sufficed itself
  And satisfied a leaf,
And felt, 'how vast a destiny!
  How trivial is life!'

The sun went out to work,
  The day went out to play,
But not again that dew was seen
  By physiognomy.

Whether by day abducted,
  Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
  Eternally unknown.

It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson

It was too late for Man—
But early yet for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—our side—

How excellent the Heaven—
When Earth—cannot be had—
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our new neighbor—God—

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