Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.029 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…

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

0.3067 − 1.0212i

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.

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

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