Poem fractal

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Four Sisters

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

Prelude

by Susan Coolidge

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Four Sisters

by Nora Hopper Chesson

In Connaught and Leinster 
Tears wait for me, 
But I dwell merrily 
Here by the sea. 
My kirtle's gold-bordered, 
Gold tires my hair, 
And red quicken-berries 
That Oscar once bare. 

In Connaught my mother 
Sits by her door, 
And calls her lost children 
Over and o'er. 
A high hall of Leinster 
Shuts in from me, 
Maive, Eily, Mairé, 
Mairé the Shee. 

Maive she has yellow hair 
Softer than silk: 
Eily has hazel eyes 
And skin like milk. 
Mairé's hair, chaffer-black, 
Hangs to her knee — 
Eyes gray and bright as swords, 
Mairé the Shee. 

Eily sings merrily 
All the day long, 
Mairé spins wearily 
To Eily's song. 
Black threads of sin she spins, 
Red threads of blame, 
White threads and yellow threads, 
Love: death: and shame. 

Which did he dearest hold, 
Mairé the Shee, 
Who sent him down to death 
In the gray sea! 
Eily his first beloved, 
Or Maive he wed? 
Or I whom once he crowned 
With berries red? 

Prelude

by Susan Coolidge

Poems are heavenly things,
And only souls with wings
May reach them where they grow,
May pluck and bear below,
Feeding the nations thus
With food all glorious.

Verses are not of these;
They bloom on earthly trees,
Poised on a low-hung stem,
And those may gather them
Who cannot fly to where
The heavenly gardens are.

So I by devious ways
Have pulled some easy sprays
From the down-dropping bough
Which all may reach, and now
I knot them, bud and leaf,
Into a rhyméd sheaf.

Not mine the pinion strong
To win the nobler song;
I only cull and bring
A hedge-row offering
Of berry, flower, and brake,
If haply some may take.

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