Monday, April 03, 2006

Stephen Crane Monday

Let's start off the week with a poem by Stephen Crane. Bill introduced me to his poems way back in high school - he used to write poems in the same vein, which I loved because my friends would get these mushy love poems from their boyfriends while I would get these snippets of a young Bill Stabosz mind. I wish I could find the sheaf of poems he wrote, his children would be amazed.

I loved Stephen Crane's poetry long before I discovered that he, like me, was born on November 1, the Feast of All Saints.

A Youth in Apparel that Glittered

A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
He, scowling through the thickets,
And dagger poised quivering,
Rushed upon the youth.
"Sir," said this latter,
"I am enchanted, believe me,
To die, thus,
In this medieval fashion,
According to the best legends;
Ah, what joy!"
Then took he the wound, smiling,
And died, content.

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