Poem fractal

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0.020 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.

Richard Cory

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

−0.2088 − 0.1494i

Drawing the boundary…

It is Much

by Carl Sandburg

−0.2253 − 0.1601i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Richard Cory

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

It is Much

by Carl Sandburg

Women of night life amid the lights 
Where the line of your full, round throats 
Matches in gleam the glint of your eyes 
And the ring of your heart-deep laughter 
It is much to be warm and sure of tomorrow. 

Women of night life along the shadows, 
Lean at your throats and skulking the walls, 
Gaunt as a bitch worn to the bone, 
Under the paint of your smiling faces 
It is much to be warm and sure of tomorrow.

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