Poem fractal

Side by side

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0.014 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.

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!

by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

−0.4401 − 0.5679i

Drawing the boundary…

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4386 − 0.5540i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!

by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

'Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
And Psyche's lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss

The White Heat

by Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore
Has vanquished flame's conditions,
It quivers from the forge
Without a color, but the light—
Of unanointed blaze.

Least village boasts its blacksmith
Whose anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs—within,
Refining these impatient ores
With hammer, and with blaze
Until the designated light
Repudiate the forge—

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