Poem fractal

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0.021 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.

A Sleep Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.1566 + 0.7442i

Drawing the boundary…

The Woman with Jewels

by Lola Ridge

−0.1359 + 0.7440i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Sleep Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

O Sleep, go. Sleep, hasten to my lover, 
Leave my eyelids all forlorn of thy quiet breath; 
Where my love lies wakeful, go thou and lean over, 
Singing low, singing slow, dearest child of Death. 
Fair Sleep, rare Sleep, Death that is thy father, 
Night that is thy mother, both sow flowers for thee; 
White poppies dashed with dew, drowsy flowers to gather, 
Yellow rose that silence saith to the busiest bee. 

Hear, Sleep, dear Sleep, ere my song be ended — 
Gather me thy fairest flowers a soft dream to make 
For my love — a dream of scent and of music blended. 
Ay, and let me kiss the dream for the dreamer's sake. 
O Sleep, blow sleep-dust upon his pillow 
Till he dreams it is my breast, and to dream is fain; 
Let him think it is my hair, not thy branch of willow,
Dark against the little light through the rain-blurred pane. 

The Woman with Jewels

by Lola Ridge

The woman with jewels sits in the café,
Spraying light like a fountain.
Diamonds glitter on her bulbous fingers
And on her arms, great as thighs,
Diamonds gush from her ear-lobes over the goitrous throat.
She is obesely beautiful.
Her eyes are full of bleared lights,
Like little pools of tar, spilled by a sailor in mad haste for shore…
And her mouth is scarlet and full—only a little crumpled—like a flower that has been pressed apart…

Why does she come alone to this obscure basement —
She who should have a litter and hand-maidens to support her on either side?

She ascends the stairway, and the waiters turn to look at her, spilling the soup.
The black satin dress is a little lifted, showing the dropsical legs in their silken fleshings…
The mountainous breasts tremble…
There is an agitation in her gems,
That quiver incessantly, emitting trillions of fiery rays…

She erupts explosive breaths…
Every step is an adventure
From this…
The serpent's tooth
Saved Cleopatra.

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