Poem fractal

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0.095 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.

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

0.3076 − 1.0893i

Drawing the boundary…

Aftermath

by Emily Dickinson

0.2945 − 0.9948i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Go talk to her, sweet flower

by Alfred Austin

Go talk to her, sweet flower, 
To whom I fain would talk 
Tell her I hour by hour 
Pine on my own poor stalk. 

Tell her that I should live 
Not quite so sore distressed, 
If she to you would give 
A throne upon her breast 

Tell her that should she hie 
To my parched plot to see 
If I be dead, that I 
No more should withered be. 

If I were dead, her feet 
My spirit would revive, 
As may her bosom sweet 
Keep you, sweet flower, alive. 

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.

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