Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.056 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…

What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

0.2783 − 0.9408i

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.

What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

What have I to sorrow o'er?
Death no terrors has for me,
Life is but a troubled sea,
Leaning on a happier shore.

All the agonies I feel,
All the sufferings that I bear,—
Shadows!— ye shall disappear,
Sweetest sunshine to reveal.

All this earthly show must cease,
Vanity shall meet decay,
When like ships we sail away,
Making for the goal of Peace.

There within one social sphere
Rich and poor alike shall move,
Fed by one Paternal Love,
All one common blessing share.

Naught have I to worry o'er,
Death no perils has for me,
Life is but a rolling sea,
Moving to the Heavenly Shore.

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