Poem fractal

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0.059 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.

Child's Song

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Drawing the boundary…

Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Child's Song

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

What is gold worth, say,
Worth for work or play,
Worth to keep or pay,
Hide or throw away,
Hope about or fear?
What is love worth, pray?
Worth a tear?

Golden on the mould
Lie the dead leaves rolled
Of the wet woods old,
Yellow leaves and cold,
Woods without a dove;
Gold is worth but gold;
Love's worth love.

Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And no one visit me

And flirt all day with Buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little generally
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till He should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me—

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long
And anchor "off the bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.

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