Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven, of course, rolls his eyes impatiently

You feel goosebumps crawling up your sleeves 

A haunting so familiar you grin

 

W. B. Yeats

Jon boat tosses t’n’fro the salty zeal of sea

His words slap aboard you drink’m in w’ease

A thirst for fresh stories unquenchable 

 

Virginia Woolf

Woman blazes past her time and kitchen sink 

You crave glass frames smart’n lined w’pink

A symphony of vintage typewriters returning

 

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