The following experimental digital documentary poem is composed of citations of William Ellery Leonard's new verse translation of the Old English poem Beowulf (1923), Leonard's personal experience narrative of taking part in archaeological fieldwork with Charles E. Brown at an Indigenous Ho-Chunk mound group on the shore of Lake Mendota, in an unpublished manuscript of an autobiographical case study located in the University of Wisconsin—Madison Archives (1920), and "Governors Island," a Ho-Chunk narrative of Lake Mendota by a storyteller once known, collected by Brown in Lake Mendota Indian Legends (1927).
When this MOUND web page is loaded and/or reloaded, server-side code selects and loads a random collection of lines from a relational database of citations:
From the east a light rose— God's beacon bright.
(And myself something of an amateur). For a moment C. had.
Shore of Governors Island. Only a few old men have ever.
To eat me, to sit round a feast on ocean's floor.
The wood-road passed by the rear field of a farm (perhaps).
(With a long curved tail) on the State Hospital lawn is said.
We twain, when still but younglings, had talked and pledged our plans.
I had not been under any hallucination or bewilderment.
Tobacco offerings were formerly made on the waters of the.
On the land of Finn-men. Never about thee.
Tiredness before the thirst-quenching and no lightness of.
The earth he put four water spirits under it to keep it from.
Roused was the wrath of mere-fish; but there against the foe.
I had not been under any hallucination or bewilderment.
Indian canoes and people are drowned. At night they crawl.
