Poem fractal

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0.004 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.

I Am Not Skilled to Understand

by Dorothy Greenwell

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Drawing the boundary…

The nearest dream recedes

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

I Am Not Skilled to Understand

by Dorothy Greenwell

I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know that at His right hand
Is One Who is my Savior!

I take Him at His word indeed;
“Christ died for sinners”—this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior!

That He should leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange? So once did I,
Before I knew my Savior!

And oh, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!

Yea, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this Spring;
That He Who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior!

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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