Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.025 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.

Aftermath

by Emily Dickinson

0.2945 − 0.9948i

Drawing the boundary…

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?

by Emily Dickinson

0.2709 − 0.9868i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Aftermath

by Emily Dickinson

The murmuring of bees has ceased;
  But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
  Has simultaneous come, —

The lower metres of the year,
  When nature's laugh is done, —
The Revelations of the book
  Whose Genesis is June.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?

by Emily Dickinson

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

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