Time to add a little poetry to your day. This one is from Poe’s Tamerlane collection. The photograph is one I took years ago at the Circular Church in Charleston, South Carolina. If you ever get the chance to visit Charleston, this graveyard is a must to see. It’s right in the middle of the city and was founded in 1681. That’s part of the charm of Charleston – you can walk down a busy street and see graveyards everywhere. Now, on to our poem. Visit of the Deadby Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone — Alone of all on earth — unknown The cause — but none are near to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitude,Which is not loneliness — for thenThe spirits of the dead, who stoodIn life before thee, are againIn death around thee, and their willShall then o’ershadow thee — be still:For the night,…

Continuing our poetry posts for April’s National Poetry month with a little Bukowski. like all the years wasted yesterday drunken Alicegave mea jar of fig jamand today shewhistlesfor her catbut he will notcome -he is with the horsesat atub of beeror in room 21at the Crown HillHotelor he is at theCrockerCitizens NationalBankor he arrived in New York City at5:30 PMwith paper suitcaseand $7. next to Alicein her yarda paper goosewalksupside downon a carton that saysCaliforniaOranges. drunken Alice whistles.no good, no good.workslowly.everybody tries hardbut thegods. Alice goes in for a drink, comesout.whistles againall the way to a park bench inEl Paso -and her love comesrunning out of the bushesbright-eyed as acolor filmand not waitingfor Monday we go in together. At Terror Street and Agony WayPoems 1965-1968 i met a genius I met a genius on the traintodayabout 6 years old,he sat beside meand as the trainran down along the coastwe came…