Poem fractal

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0.038 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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A Marriage Charm

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.5452 − 0.0591i

Drawing the boundary…

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

0.5122 − 0.0787i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Marriage Charm

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Here and now, by the angel-orders nine, 
That take no care for love nor yet for loss, 
Woman most dear, I choose you out for mine, 
I turn my errant feet your way across. 

I set a charm upon your hurrying breath, 
I set a charm upon your wandering feet, 
You shall not leave me — not for life, nor death, 
Not even though you cease to love me, Sweet. 

A woman's love nine Angels cannot bind, 
Nor any rune that wind or water knows, 
My heart were all as well set on the wind, 
Or bound, to live or die, upon a rose. 

I set a charm upon you, foot and hand, 
That you and Knowledge, love, may never meet, 
That you may never chance to understand 
How strong you are, how weak your lover, Sweet. 

I set my charm upon your kindly arm, 
I set it as a seal upon your breast; 
That you may never hear another's charm. 
Nor guess another's gift outruns my best. 

I bid your wandering footsteps me to follow, 
Your thoughts to travel after in my track, 
I am the sky that waits you, dear grey swallow, 
No wind of mine shall ever blow you back. 

I am your dream, Sweet: so no more of dreaming, 
Your lips to mine must end this chanted charm, 
Your heart to mine, 'neath nut-brown tresses streaming, 
I set my love a seal upon your arm. 

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

L'une avait quinze ans, l'autre en avait seize;
Toutes deux dormaient dans la même chambre
C'était par un soir très lourd de septembre:
Frêles, des yeux bleus, des rougeurs de fraise,

Chacune a quitté, pour se mettre à l'aise,
La fine chemise au frais parfum d'ambre.
La plus jeune étend les bras, et se cambre,
Et sa sœur, les mains sur ses seins, la baise.

Puis tombe à genoux, puis devient farouche
Et tumultueuse et folle et sa bouche
Plonge sous l'or blond, dans les ombres grises;

Et l'enfant, pendant ce temps-là, recense
Sur ses doigts mignons des valses promises,
Et, rose, sourit avec innocence.

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