Showing posts with label short. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

ELIZABETH by Edgar Allan Poe

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
(Logic and common usage so commanding)
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less - in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called - I forget the heathenish Greek name
(Called anything, its meaning is the same)
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."

(Zeno, a philosopher who said "that one's own name should never appear in one's own book")

Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.
No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.
Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.
So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Relativity

How may I categorize the hatred in you
when there is so much in everyone else?
& how may I find you so evil
when I find no saint within myself?