Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.031 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.

Fortune

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

0.4360 − 0.7946i

Drawing the boundary…

The Park

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

0.4630 − 0.7790i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Fortune

by Lizette Woodworth Reese

I have so little, yet am rich;
I pay my bread with gold
Filched from wild mustard by the road,
As much as I can hold.

I have such plenty, yet am poor;
I pay my roof with tears
Shed for the time when I was young,
And unaware of years.

The Park

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.

I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,—
My eyes his eyeballs meet.

Enchanters! Enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise;
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.

Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That Night or Day, that Love or Crime,
Leads all souls to the Good.

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