Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.020 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.

December Night

by D. H. Lawrence

0.0513 − 0.7934i

Drawing the boundary…

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

0.0648 − 0.8083i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

December Night

by D. H. Lawrence

Take off your cloak and your hat
And your shoes, and draw up at my hearth
Where never woman sat.

I have made the fire up bright;
Let us leave the rest in the dark
And sit by firelight.

The wine is warm in the hearth;
The flickers come and go.
I will warm your limbs with kisses
Until they glow.

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go —

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

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