I thought of you tonight, Edgar Allen
as I gazed at the moon through the
cataleptic limbs of the oaks and I
remembered that it was you who
started my involuntary love for verse
and it was you who first delighted me
with the macabre – how many of us
have you excited with your twisting
plots and malodorous villains – and I
wonder if you knew that what you
did then would still be living now
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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