Looking For Ligeia
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This is one of the first of several LIGEIA sonnets I wrote, all coming from the suggestion by MAYA ANGELOU that I study the content, manner and technique of Edgar Alan Poe's writing, which I certainly did, Then one night I stumbled onto his short story LIGEA. It became one of my missing links, and a link/connection to Melpomene, my favorite Muse.
LOOKING FOR LIGEIA
The last of feigning death, love now abides,
tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast.
She breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes,
to love we die, or never love one bit.
Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
renouncing every hope of ending it.
Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
amongst what hope is left, one thought will show;
to know the deep of someone, one must die.
All of your will, which dieth, less for cause,
has ended short of knowing who she was.
© ron arbuthnot aka ron wilson
aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
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