Poem fractal

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0.008 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.

In Time of Mourning

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

−0.1351 − 0.6358i

Drawing the boundary…

A little bread—a crust—a crumb

by Emily Dickinson

−0.1430 − 0.6353i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

In Time of Mourning

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

"Return," we dare not as we fain
Would cry from hearts that yearn:
Love dares not bid our dead again
Return.

O hearts that strain and burn
As fires fast fettered burn and strain!
Bow down, lie still, and learn.

The heart that healed all hearts of pain
No funeral rites inurn:
Its echoes, while the stars remain,
Return.

A little bread—a crust—a crumb

by Emily Dickinson

A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!

A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!

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