Battle of the MastersA Poem by Rita L. Sev,Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan PoeEmily
Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe Were
sparring in poetic verse
Said Poe,
“My Muse is alcohol.” Said
Emily, “Mine’s the hearse.”
Em began
the battle with: “My life
closed twice before…”
Poe
countered with the chilling tale Of his
lost Lenore
“Because
I could not stop for Death, He kindly
stopped for me…”
“The wind
came out of the cloud by night… Killing
my Annabel Lee…”
They went
on like this throughout the day And all
throughout the night
But
neither brought the other down With sorrows
they’d recite
And there
they may be standing, still Swapping words
of gloom
Neither
poet taking notice Of their
own untimely doom © 2013 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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