Trysts
All poets embraceSolitude, they say,Company of one,Which is much the wayArchers stalk the stars,Shepherds tend their clouds—Labors best pursuedFar from madding crowds.And yet, Dante daredEven the Abyss,Poetry on holdWithout Beatrice.Beside the sea, PoeRages at a tomb;Autumn sees his thoughtsStray to Ulalume.

Nov 11, 2011
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