Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.050 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.

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

0.3067 − 1.0212i

Drawing the boundary…

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?

by Emily Dickinson

0.2709 − 0.9868i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

To My Wife

by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?

by Emily Dickinson

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!

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