Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.046 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.

Intellect

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

−0.7194 − 0.7582i

Drawing the boundary…

Indian Summer

by Wilfred Campbell

−0.7648 − 0.7653i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Intellect

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals;—
The sower scatters broad his seed;
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.

Indian Summer

by Wilfred Campbell

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.

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