Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.072 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…

A light exists in spring

by Emily Dickinson

−0.1165 − 1.1230i

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! 

A light exists in spring

by Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period—
When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
On solitary fields
That science cannot overtake,
But Human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step,
Or noons report away
Without the formula of sound
It passes, and we stay—

A quality of loss
Affecting our content
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content