What was it for the longest time but lore, lure;
A heard-tell growing gold in the mind.
Word said (and word’d spread) it was well on back
Through the underwood by Bowen’s Canal.
Past convoluted trees there’s claydirt, a clear patch.
A (rife) clearing.
Right where understory comes to grief entire—
Grubble this way head-down
Belly-down claw through clingburrs as a creature.
Cross (fret-morass and canebrake) and pass.
Where springs not fail
Canes not break nor welt on backs of leg
Green cresses plait
No plaque of heated iron scathes
(Nor noose, nor knives)
Articulated scapes arise
Always the story-man lights lard-lamps in a circle and tells.
A boy scrapes and ever-graves for likeness with a stick.
Two girls croodle corn-songs cane-songs back and forth unbroken.
Once-bent bodies leap (in chorus) leg and whirl.
across the face of
what cannot be named
since it was not moving.
God was momentum then,
stamping time's blanks
with its own image.
Now her theme will be
that she has escaped
that she is
This theme should be jaunty
but slightly discordant,
coming in, as it does,
associated with this theme
should be dressed
in markedly old-fashioned clothing—
a hoop skirt perhaps—
while everyone else
is in cut-offs,
ready for the barbeque.
Currently this poetry engine looks a set of features about the poems and chooses a poem with the most similar set of features. Below you can see the features of each poem. Right now "most similar" is a simple Euclidean distance. Further work includes adding more sophisticated features and determining similarity differently. I talk about the features and similarity metric more on the about page.