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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."
Up the ladder:
The queen of heat
Down the ladder:
Ex In Bonds
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Posted: September 22, 2002 12:10 AM PDT; Last modified: September 23, 2002 12:45 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1 Overall Rank: 6063 Comments:
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22-Sep-02/6:15 PM
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Go on wit yo bad self!! I don't know this writer but now I want to.
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?
I'm glad you like that poem too.a part of it is conscious!I feel I owe some poets (one of them B.V)a good deal.though they cannot hear I can't refrain saying!
Yes it's important to pay your respects I think. Everyone on here has their pet idol-Anne Sexton is very popular,Frass is mad on Dylan Thomas and mine is Edward Thomas. You go far and wide for your influences.
I love this. now I must go find that city and see it for myself. 9/10
See you there lenore!
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