Sunday, December 23, 2007

Or maybe your POE today?

Edgar Allan Poe, THE RAVEN, second stanza...
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
Image of Cave Bird by Leonard Baskin 29.25" x 20"Etching.

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