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Nightshades (Villanelle) by Bachus
I felt your Nightshades a callin'.
And perfectly still I remained.
Reading of dark poems by Mr. Auden
Dust devil'd & depression sunken.
The worker's soul's now maimed.
I felt your Nightshades a callin'.
The Jimson Weed turned me circadian.
My breathing went unconstrained.
Being of dark poems by Mr. Auden.
Through his observations I've fallen'
In a white room restrained.
I heard your Nightshades a callin'.
Tumbleweeds rolled past as an omen.
Aquavitae gone, the drunk complained.
Needing of more poems by Mr. Auden.
A Mandrake's weighed root for bottlin'.
The family portraits get reframed
I knew the Nightshades were callin'.
When I found of the poet, Mr. Auden.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.0434785
Weighted score: 7.006724
Overall Rank: 76
Posted: January 17, 2003 5:17 PM PST; Last modified: August 27, 2003 1:27 PM PDT
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