Site Meter
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


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.