Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.015 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.

Alms

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.0090 − 0.6325i

Drawing the boundary…

The nearest dream recedes

by Emily Dickinson

−0.0053 − 0.6376i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Alms

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane.

I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,—
I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows’ fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight;
To-day I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window,—and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.

The nearest dream recedes

by Emily Dickinson

The nearest dream recedes—unrealized—
The Heaven we chase
Like the June Bee—before the school-boy,
Invites the race—
Stoops—to an easy clover —
Dips—evades—teazes—deploys—
Then—to the Royal Clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
Heedless of the boy—
Staring—bewildered—at the mocking sky—

Homesick for steadfast Honey—
Ah! the Bee flies not
That brews that rare variety!

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