Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.066 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.

Lost Love

by Thomas Hardy

−0.1882 − 1.1323i

Drawing the boundary…

The Body grows outside

by Emily Dickinson

−0.1356 − 1.0924i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Lost Love

by Thomas Hardy

I play my sweet old airs — 
The airs he knew 
When our love was true — 
But he does not balk 
His determined walk, 
And passes up the stairs. 

I sing my songs once more, 
And presently hear 
His footstep near 
As if it would stay; 
But he goes his way, 
And shuts a distant door. 

So I wait for another morn, 
And another night 
In this soul-sick blight; 
And I wonder much 
As I sit, why such 
A woman as I was born! 

The Body grows outside

by Emily Dickinson

The Body grows outside—
The more convenient way—
That if the Spirit like to hide
Its Closet stands alway

Ajar—secure—inviting—
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty

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