Before we get to the poetry, first:
1. I have a review in the new issue of The Edge of the Forest.
2. This quiz result makes me very happy:
You are Spider-Man
|You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility. |
Click here to take the “Which Superhero am I?” quiz…
And now, poetry. This week I am in Baltimore, which was the home of Edgar Allan Poe for many years. I love Edgar Allan Poe. Unfortunately, I will be visiting neither his grave nor his house here, because of other plans and my brother’s distaste for visiting graves.
I’m here with my sister, whose name is Mary Elisabeth. This poem by Poe, dedicated to his cousin Elizabeth and presumed to be written in the Baltimore Poe House, reminds me of her:
Would’st thou be loved? then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not —
Be every thing which now thou art
And nothing which thou art not:
So with the world thy gentle ways,
And unassuming beauty
Shall be a constant theme of praise,
And love — a duty.