Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.040 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.

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

0.0669 − 1.0580i

Drawing the boundary…

That is solemn we have ended

by Emily Dickinson

0.0982 − 1.0327i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Pastorale

by Hart Crane

No more violets,
And the year
Broken into smoky panels.
What woods remember now
Her calls, her enthusiasms.

That ritual of sap and leaves
The sun drew out,
Ends in this latter muffled
Bronze and brass. The wind
Takes rein.

If, dusty, I bear
An image beyond this
Already fallen harvest,
I can only query, "Fool—
Have you remembered too long;

Or was there too little said
For ease or resolution—
Summer scarcely begun
And violets,
A few picked, the rest dead?"

That is solemn we have ended

by Emily Dickinson

That is solemn we have ended, —
  Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
  Or a holiday,

Or a leaving home; or later,
  Parting with a world
We have understood, for better
  Still it be unfurled.

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