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Friday, February 15, 2008

What Is It?

What is it about Faulkner that makes me cry?
What's in the words, the lack of sentences, the bulge of repetition?
Who bore such a man to create a different kind of southern style?

When did Poe realize he was beyond help?
How did he have enough courage to enter the House?
What if the pendulum swung twice more?

Dearest Camus, what's in Algiers that spurs you on?
My friend, Al-bear, did the plague not spread further than the walls?
Did the taunting of the man deserve the many shots fired?

Hated Ellis, I hate you.
Why did your fingers dare ruin my innocence?
How dare you ruin the only thing I had left.

Brother James, how your epistle spares me much heartache.
Moses, I thank thee for the beginning.
My Lord, Christ, blessed is Your revelation.

6 comments:

Kim said...

Me loves Poe... The Pendulum story makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up EVERY time I read it. Oooh, love Poe. I'm not sure if he ever realized he was too far gone. I think he was wooing the women until the end.

The Heltons said...

Haha! As Mr. Burns would pronounce: "Excellent."

Trixie said...

Two such as you with such a master speed / Cannot be parted nor be swept away / From one another once you are agreed / That life is only life forevermore / Together wing to wing and oar to oar.

"love"

The Heltons said...

Robert Frost?

Trixie said...

Yes - to Robert Frost. Do a little research as to where this part of the poem can be found. My friend, Honey pointed it out to me while researching Frost.

The Heltons said...

"The Master Speed." I really need to expand my knowledge of poetry-outside Poe, that is. Okay, other than Poe, Dante, "Beowulf"'s author, and Job.