Poem fractal

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0.018 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.

Dirge

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

0.5344 − 0.7806i

Drawing the boundary…

The bee is not afraid of me

by Emily Dickinson

0.5473 − 0.7928i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Dirge

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

Bury the love you bore for me
Deep beneath your laughing songs.
Cover it well with melody;
Let it lie where its ghost belongs.

Laughter was what you had given me.
That and joyous songs to rue.
Cover your love with melody,
For so it thrived and grew.

The bee is not afraid of me

by Emily Dickinson

The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer's day?

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