Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.021 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.

Remit

by Edward Smyth Jones

0.1209 − 0.8666i

Drawing the boundary…

Father—I bring thee—not myself

by Emily Dickinson

0.1038 − 0.8536i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Remit

by Edward Smyth Jones

I tell you now the saddest word,
It sure will give a fit—
The saddest man has ever heard
Is, "Will you please 'remit?'"

Father—I bring thee—not myself

by Emily Dickinson

Father—I bring thee—not myself—
That were the little load—
I bring thee the imperial Heart
I had not power to hold—

The Heart I cherished in my own
Till mine—too heavy grew—
Yet—strangest—heavier—since it went—
Is it too large for you?

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