It's a poem about love...the guy I'm seeing, sent it to me because he knows I like Edgar Allan Poe. Here's a detailed account as to the meaning behind it. First published in the New York Evening Mirror's February 21, 1846 issue, "A Valentine" was written specifically for Frances Sargent Osgood, whose name is hidden within the lines of the poem. In its first publication, it had the title "To Her Whose Name Is Written Below." To find the name, take the first letter of the first line, then the second letter of the second line, then the third letter of the third line, and so on. Before its publication, it was presented at a private literary salon at the home of Anne Lynch Botta on February 14, 1846. Though Poe was not in attendance, it was a very public revelation of his affection for Osgood.
Edgar allen poe and the orgin word etymology poet is it that these days the better poet doesn't accolade distortion or depression in expression, unless to attend to solve a social problem.
I'd do the same for you, if I knew. But I don't so I won't. Will I or won't I? He debated. wegs wasn't the word he wanted. Toss it into the too hard basket.
i'm not a 'the better poet. I see & can find empathy for some form of social solution in anything I read. the need for integrity is vast.
What did you mean by your statement "is it that these days the better poet doesn't accolade distortion or depression in expression, unless to attend to solve a social problem."?
I guess I have been concerned about social,health and wellness matters since I was a young girl,,hence my inventions of the words humaneity and eccoficiency.
Plight of the Carver Marriage the dogs are no longer really on pharmaseuticals. yet the parents still do the parents still control their homesteads with retrition of sibling rivalry submission, by sexx a mother does rumplestilskin with her husband the scratch on the back looks like hatred the dogs are no longer really on pharmaseuticals. mom and dad manage themselves with adult tawdrysocial drinks because they didn't do what they could have done because they like getting high and their character has become jagged and errat an evening family walk outside is the better high ma ma is da da da da likes everything 'carver marriages are really no longer fashionable because some believe that pleasure doesn't involve scarring pain.
Powerless to clench the current of Now today A crest of a wave Breaks through bars and doors to an immortality we will never know Inescapable beyond the peak of Present lies True Tomorrow
Out Out of the trap of tawdry challenging mouths. Are you taking bird house pictures out of the dog house zoo celebrate the words realativity eccoficiency Humaneity Trust choose not to forget A long time ago it was said that Jesus said "forgive them for they do not know ?!What is wrong with people *nonviolence is happening to be unthreatening is happening not to challenge others is happening I celebrate the words Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! realativity ecccoficiency & humaneity for the relatives should not be killed.
A Message from the Wanderer By William E. Stafford 1914–1993 "Today outside your prison I stand and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen; you have relatives outside. And there are thousands of ways to escape. Years ago I bent my skill to keep my cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies, and shouted my plans to jailers; but always new plans occured to me, or the new heavy locks bent hinges off, or some stupid jailer would forget and leave the keys. Inside, I dreamed of constellations— those feeding creatures outlined by stars, their skeletons a darkness between jewels, heroes that exist only where they are not. Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought, just as—often, in light, on the open hills— you can pass an antelope and not know and look back, and then—even before you see— there is something wrong about the grass. And then you see. That’s the way everything in the world is waiting. Now—these few more words, and then I’m gone: Tell everyone just to remember their names, and remind others, later, when we find each other. Tell the little ones to cry and then go to sleep, curled up where they can. And if any of us get lost, if any of us cannot come all the way— remember: there will come a time when all we have said and all we have hoped will be all right. There will be that form in the grass." Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Without the option to delete my post—I've had a change of heart—I'll simply delete its content. Same thing, but a bit of an eyesore—but that's not my problem.
The Last Piecemeal They led a merry dance the serpent and the king the eleventh hour with madness in the spring Planting, placement, and perception of a tiny mustard seed a species of persistence a malignant weed Emotional content bundled and souled through whispering wishes of stories well told Hearts stop pumping the great cerebral vein blood stops flowing senses steadily drain The drip-drop of pain killing herbs the tick-tock of hollow hallow words Eat their food drink their wine hurry up and wait wither on the vine Spatially slurred speech with a certain air motives and thoughts The Great Banquet Snare
Roger Whittaker - The Last Farewell 1975 There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies and gales And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising Their guns on fire as we sail into hell I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell Though death and darkness gather all about me My ship be torn apart upon the seas I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee And should I return home safe again to England I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell
The Haunted Palace By Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This- all this- was in the olden Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well-befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh- but smile no more.
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