Poem fractal

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Nursery Chairs

by A. A. Milne

0.2183 − 0.7350i

Drawing the boundary…

Aid of the Madonna

by Mina Loy

0.2130 − 0.7296i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Nursery Chairs

by A. A. Milne

One of the chairs is South America,
One of the chairs is a ship at sea,
One is a cage for a great big lion,
And one is a chair for Me.

The First Chair.

When I go up the Amazon,
I stop at night and fire a gun
To call my faithful band.
And Indians in twos and threes,
Come silently between the trees,
And wait for me to land.
And if I do not want to play
With any Indians to-day,
I simply wave my hand.
And then they turn and go away—
They always understand.

The Second Chair.

I'm a great big lion in my cage,
And I often frighten Nanny with a roar.
Then I hold her very tight, and
Tell her not to be so frightened—
And she doesn't be so frightened any more.

The Third Chair.

When I am in my ship, I see
The other ships go sailing by.
A sailor leans and calls to me
As his ship goes sailing by.
Across the sea he leans to me,
Above the winds I hear him cry:
"Is this the way to Round-the-World?"
He calls as he goes by.

The Fourth Chair.

Whenever I sit in a high chair
For breakfast or dinner or tea,
I try to pretend that it's my chair,
And that I am a baby of three.

Shall I go off to South America?
Shall I put out in my ship to sea?
Or get in my cage and be lions and tigers?
Or—shall I be only Me?

Aid of the Madonna

by Mina Loy

Madonnas are everlastingly mothers in ecstacy.
Their alcove arms
retire the Felicity of their conception
from eld and the disorderliness
of peril,
reproving harm.

Madonnas are æon-moments of motherhood
—a moment is Time surrounded by itself—
in perpetuation of the beatitude,
their attitude
of smiling havens,
of sacred shelves.

Omitted omen of Calvary!
Uncarved Crucifixion!

Madonnas are islands in memory
for earthly mothers, who having begotten,
in early security, heroes of the skies,
on forsaken knees
crave for a moment it be forgotten

that skies once ovational
with celestial oboes
for the Heavenly Celebrities

are skies in clamour
of deathly celerities,
the horror
of diving obituaries
under flowers of fire.

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