There it was alone,
Crimson leaf,
In a shivering body of green.
Was this the Poet come before his time,
Flashing eyes and floating hair?
Or a prophet, fire in his veins,
And ash upon his head,
Too late to save
The world?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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Edgar Allen Poe: Alone
7 comments:
why can't i follow you???
please disregard the previous comment. the way has been discovered.
you thought these were real comments didn't you???
ha!
i loves ya.
Im so confused. lol
wordsworth?
btw, dayna, where am i going that you want to follow? Hopefully, Paris or Rome or something :D ...
Could be, wasnt really talking about him though :)
also... Wordsworth=19th cent. fyi :P
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