“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edgar Allen Poe, loss, repetend, unsettling
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edgar Allen Poe, loss, repetend, unsettling
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Elizabeth Bishop, loss, unsettling, villanelle