through a portal in the sands of time,
we travel back to the year eighteen forty nine;
swizzle...there we find a man,
who can pen a nice line,
and you ask,
who is this man?
everyone knows..Edgar Allan Poe,
he was no craven, he flew with a raven!
when we find POE dressed in clothes not his own,
in severe distress on the streets of Baltimore;
astonished are we, so deathly sick was he,
and not misbehavin', only unshaven
swiftly we carry him to Washington College Hospital
whereupon the grim reaper meets him four days later, O' POET!
Lovely piece on late Edgar Allan Poe - one of the great icons of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Sunprincess.
A lovely tribute to a poet with wisdom and fame, who used to present some real gems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anyone who loves Edgar, is a friend of mine. Loved it x