The Raven (1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing
“Cinayet konusunda en becerikliler,
cinayet karşıtı vaaz verenlerdir.
Ve nefreti en iyi becerenler,
sevmeyi vaaz edenlerdir.
Ve son olarak;
savaşı en iyi becerenler,
barış vaazı verenlerdir. ”
Bukowski
Bukowski: Born into This
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the
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