The Thing With Feathers
I often need a rainy day
To catch up on my depression,
A raven on my windowsill
And a book of lyric poetry
Open to the page
Where the center cannot hold;
Where the raineth drop
And the moppeth mop
Till that good night
Puts me gently on the road
To an April never so cruel
As the women I've loved;
Where fences make good firewood
And Ophelia wears a smile that says,
"Me, too."
(With apologies to Emily Dickenson,
Edgar Allen Poe, William Butler Yeats,
Ezra Pound, Dylan Thomas, Jack Kerouac,
T. S. Eliot, Robert Frost, and William Shakespeare.)
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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