I fell in love with poetry on a sad and stormy night
With my gloomy and pessimistic friend, Poe, who
Showed me a dark and depressing sight
That shows us how the world is cruel and the end of time is true;
Thus, I will not forget you and your eloquent imagery
And to you this poem of images dark is due.
Other great American Poets I have loved too –
Where others feared to tread –
Dickinson and her Mind dared go –
In wake of all the Dead.
Another romantic have I held dear
Whenever the world seems too much to handle
Or my conscious seems unclear;
And that poet is Keats, who always held the candle
On the foggiest and coldest of nights.
A writer whose life ended so suddenly
Couldn’t have left such a mark as this
Where people everywhere know the phrase of “negative capability,”
But seldom know how to take in the sights
Not even during a kiss.
About the Creator
Jessica
Avid Sims fanatic, sometimes streamer over at twitch.tv/everybodysims, who loves a good love story and poetry that speaks to the romantic in her <3.
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