Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
What a prodigy, dear Chatterton?
At your teens, you pioneer'd romance
Alas, poverty be your mighty menace
The silent suicide of arsenic poison.
Poverty and tuberculosis in your battles
All in the blush of bitter rejections
A virtuoso bedridden in his afflictions
Norwid, this life unfair - heaven rattles.
I mourn the life and death of Crosby
Her poems and hymns her witness
She had journey'd all her days in blindness
I imagine with pity how she prance the lobby.
Your lines are great, - though
They were written in distress
Your tears when you mourn your mistress
Your fourty was full of pain, Allan Poe.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
1. Thomas Chatterton (1750 - 1770)
2. Cypria Kamil Norwid (1821 - 1883)
3. Fanny J. Crosby (1820 - 1915)
4. Edga Allan Poe (1909 - 1949)
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