Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.041 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.

Firewood

by Katharine Lee Bates

−0.3489 − 0.8718i

Drawing the boundary…

It dropped so low

by Emily Dickinson

−0.3821 − 0.8485i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Firewood

by Katharine Lee Bates

First was a fire of myrtle,
Just for my Love and me;
The storm at the door might hurtle,
But safe within sat we.

Now cypress boughs are burning
Upon my hearth, and all
Whose hearts are sore with yearning
May share my forest-hall.

It dropped so low

by Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low—in my regard—
I heard it hit the ground—
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind—

Yet blamed the fate that fractured—less
Than I reviled myself.
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.

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