Poem fractal

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0.009 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.

The Windmill

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Drawing the boundary…

The soul should always stand ajar

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.

The Windmill

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Behold! a giant am I!
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.

I look down over the farms;
In the fields of grain I see
The harvest that is to be,
And I fling to the air my arms,
For I know it is all for me.

I hear the sound of flails
Far off, from the threshing-floors
In barns, with their open doors,
And the wind, the wind in my sails,
Louder and louder roars.

I stand here in my place,
With my foot on the rock below,
And whichever way it may blow
I meet it face to face,
As a brave man meets his foe.

And while we wrestle and strive
My master, the miller, stands
And feeds me with his hands;
For he knows who makes him thrive,
Who makes him lord of lands.

On Sundays I take my rest;
Church-going bells begin
Their low, melodious din;
I cross my arms on my breast,
And all is peace within.

The soul should always stand ajar

by Emily Dickinson

The soul should always stand ajar,
That if the Heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait—
Or shy of troubling Her

Depart, before the Host have slid
The bolt upon the door
To seek for the accomplished guest—
Her visitor, no more—

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