/lit/ - Literature

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams of Tuscans I had known before
But the light inside was broken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, 'No more!'
Coke and beer, some ketchup I set eyes on, and an apple core -
Merely this and nothing more.

Back toward the table turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

From the window came a stirring, then, with an incessant purring,
Inside stepped a kitten; mannerlessly did she me ignore.
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of lord or lady, withdrew to my dining floor -
Pounced upon the pool of Tuscan spreading o'er my dining floor -
Licked, and lapped, and supped some more.

Then this tiny cat beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grand enthusiasm of the countenance she wore,
Toward the mess she showed no pity, 'til I said, 'Well, hello, kitty!'
Sought she me with pretty eyes that seemed to open some rapport.
So I pleaded, 'Tell me, tell me what it is that you implore!'
Quoth the kitten, 'Get some more.'

This Is Just To Say


I have eaten
the Cocoa Puffs
that were in
the cupboard

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
I am cuckoo
for them

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>>1851216

i carry your coffee with me(i carry it in
my hand)i am never without it(anywhere
i go coffee goes,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is coffee's doing,my darling)
i fear
no morning(for I have an automatic coffee maker,my sweet)i want
no cream(for beautiful you are in black,my true)
and it's you are whatever a coffee bean has always meant
and whatever a grinder will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called Coffea;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your coffee(i carry it in my hand)

I want to marry you.

mfw i literally just finished reading the raven