Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.030 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.

Orchard

by Hilda Doolittle

−0.0172 − 0.8872i

Drawing the boundary…

The Wife

by Emily Dickinson

0.0099 − 0.8996i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Orchard

by Hilda Doolittle

I saw the first pear
as it fell—
the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
the yellow swarm
was not more fleet than I,
(spare us from loveliness)
and I fell prostrate
crying:
you have flayed us
with your blossoms,
spare us the beauty
of fruit-trees.

The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air thundered their song,
and I alone was prostrate.

O rough-hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering—
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:

these fallen hazel-nuts,
stripped late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
pomegranates already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.

The Wife

by Emily Dickinson

She rose to his requirement—dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman, and of wife—

If aught she missed in her new day,
Of amplitude, or awe,
Or first Prospective, or the gold
In using, wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl, and weed,
But only to Himself—is known
The fathoms they abide—

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