Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.017 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.

Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

0.0500 − 1.0584i

Drawing the boundary…

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

0.0669 − 1.0580i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And no one visit me

And flirt all day with Buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little generally
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till He should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me—

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long
And anchor "off the bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

No more violets,
And the year
Broken into smoky panels.
What woods remember now
Her calls, her enthusiasms.

That ritual of sap and leaves
The sun drew out,
Ends in this latter muffled
Bronze and brass. The wind
Takes rein.

If, dusty, I bear
An image beyond this
Already fallen harvest,
I can only query, "Fool—
Have you remembered too long;

Or was there too little said
For ease or resolution—
Summer scarcely begun
And violets,
A few picked, the rest dead?"

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