Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.029 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.

Brahma

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

0.0929 − 0.6735i

Drawing the boundary…

Almost!

by Emily Dickinson

0.0856 − 0.6450i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Brahma

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

Almost!

by Emily Dickinson

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village—
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets—
Within the meadows go—
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago!

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