Assorted poems. E. B. Yeats, e. e. cummings, Lewis Carroll, William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe (but actually not "The Raven", instead I chose "Annabel Lee" and "The Bells")...
It wasn't an assignment, it was just for fun, and because I like the way they sound.
Turning and turning in a widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea.
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee.
