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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground,
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears,
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity

A little early, but because blogging at work is verboten (at least for the moment), happy 200th birthday Edgar Allen Poe (January 19, 1809)

4 comments:

vince said...

I own his complete works in one giant book. In junior high I did "The Telltale Heart" at speech contests. Never won anything, but I loved doing it.

Steve Buchheit said...

I read a lot of his stuff when I was younger, it's still affecting me.

camillealexa said...

Happy Poe Day!

Steve Buchheit said...

It was a good day all around, Camille, with all the different celebrations. I hope you had a good one as well.