Poem fractal

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0.044 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.

Joy in Death

by Emily Dickinson

0.3709 − 0.7927i

Drawing the boundary…

Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

0.3364 − 0.7660i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Joy in Death

by Emily Dickinson

If tolling bell I ask the cause —
   'A soul has gone to God,'
I'm answered in a lonesome tone;
   Is heaven then so sad?

That bells should joyful ring to tell
   A soul had gone to heaven,
Would seem to me the proper way
   A good news should be given.

Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Alas! alas! I can't forget,
The fateful hour when first we met,
For still I see whate'er I view
Those eyes of pensive blue

But while so many swains you see,
Do you my Clara think on me?
If so, I wish not to forget,
The hour when first we met.

And still to others beauty cold,
May I, in thought, your charms behold,
Still sit in memory rapt, and view,
Those eyes of pensive blue.

But if by you, I'm quite forgot,
O! hard indeed will be my lot,
Since I alas! can ne'er forget,
The hour when first we met.

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