Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.022 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.

Days

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

−0.7776 + 0.3534i

Drawing the boundary…

As yet Thy Griefs Have Been but Summer Showers

by Amelia Alderson Opie

−0.7990 + 0.3490i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Days

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

As yet Thy Griefs Have Been but Summer Showers

by Amelia Alderson Opie

As yet thy griefs have been but summer showers,
Thy greatest ills but crumpled leaves of flowers;
Still, tho' thus blest thy former hours have been,
Thy happiest days, I trust, thou hast not seen,
But still more blest, as runs the sand of life,
Than child or sister was, will be the wife.

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