Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.036 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.

Jenifer

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.6119 − 0.5358i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dawn's Awake!

by Otto Leland Bohanan

−0.6012 − 0.5019i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Jenifer

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Fate met me as a cottage-girl, 
Her hair hung in one long black curl,
On shoulders dimpled, bare, and kissed 
By morning suns: the evening mist 
Gloomed in her eyes to amethyst. 

Her lips were red as strawberries, 
Bare feet and brown sowed jealousies 
Among the grasses that would fain 
Unto a kiss of them attain — 
And having kissed would kiss again. 

Eyes dark as death and soft as sleep 
Over her lips close watch did keep, 
Forbidding and alluring both; 
Till I that met them was not loth 
In them to drown myself and troth. 

From the dark cottage came the girl 
As from the rough shell slips the pearl, 
And passed me light as wind goes by, 
That has not strength enough to dry 
The dew that shines on roses nigh. 

She passed me, making no delay,
Into the quiet churchyard-hay. 
Her body fair in russet clad, 
Her hair the only black she had; 
Jenifer trysting with her lad. 

The Dawn's Awake!

by Otto Leland Bohanan

The Dawn's awake!
A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher,
O'er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is borne.

The Dawn's awake!
The dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills.
And music singing in the hills
A paean of eternal spring
Voices the new awakening.

The Dawn's awake!
Whispers of pent-up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
Faint snatches of half-forgotten song—
Fathers! Torn and numb,—
The boon of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!

—
—
0:00
0:00
Track 1
Skip to main content