Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.026 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 Divine Image

by William Blake

0.1277 − 0.8638i

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.

The Divine Image

by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is man, His child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.

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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