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For James Thomson(1834-1882):an Epitaph (Free verse) by vulcan

Here lies he whose mysterious might Stones'silent prophecy well knew; Who in perpetual srife with Death and Blight Left for the unhappy few And for whomever insomnia is a matter of course A rueful realm there forever to roam A realm overshadowed by shades,"The City of Dreadful Night."

Christof 23-Sep-02/2:14 AM
I love 'The City of Dreadful Night' - this picks up the tone nicely and also describes the poor man's tortured life. A lot of your work refers to other poets, is this part of a deliberate project?




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