Thursday, 7 October 2010

Something for National Poetry Day

Happy National Poetry day!

Old Adam, the Carrion Crow

Old Adam, the carrion crow,

The old crow of Cairo;

He sat in the shower, and let it flow

Under his tail and over his crest;

And through every feather

Leak'd the wet weather;

And the bough swung under his nest;

For his beak it was heavy with marrow.

Is that the wind dying? O no;

It's only two devils, that blow,

Through a murderer's bones, to and fro,

In the ghosts' moonshine.







Ho! Eve, my grey carrion wife,

When we have supped on king's marrow,

Where shall we drink and make merry our life?

Our nest it is queen Cleopatra's skull,

'Tis cloven and crack'd,

And batter'd and hack'd,

But with tears of blue eyes it is full:

Let us drink then, my raven of Cairo!

Is that the wind dying? O no;

It's only two devils, that blow

Through a murderer's bones, to and fro,

In the ghosts' moonshine.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes

3 comments:

DOT said...

Well that's cheered me up:)

Megan said...

Woooo!
Thanks Jon (-:

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Very cool, and super creepy. ;D

Loved it!

*HUGS*


Scarlett & Viaggiatore