Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.069 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.

October-November

by Hart Crane

−0.7296 − 0.5186i

Drawing the boundary…

Speak of the North! A lonely moor

by Charlotte Brontë

−0.6622 − 0.5030i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

October-November

by Hart Crane

Indian-summer-sun
With crimson feathers whips away the mists;
Dives through the filter of trellises
And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats.

Now gold and purple scintillate
On trees that seem dancing
In delirium;
Then the moon
In a mad orange flare
Floods the grape-hung night.

Speak of the North! A lonely moor

by Charlotte Brontë

Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.

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