For Fandango’s “Flashback Friday,” I found a few different poems on my blog written on September 24th of past years. There are actually 3 of them that I liked (out of 5, I think). The one I’m reposting is this one because I appreciated being reminded of the “Nocturna” form. I recommend that you browse the archives of my blog and read the others, but I won’t lecture you about it. 🙂
What am I doing up at midnight?
What is this haunting raven for?
I wish she’d raged against the dying of her light —
My maiden beautiful and fair,
My maiden lost too soon, Lenore,
Whose memory is ever there
In the bleakness of December snows,
Amidst my tomes of forgotten lore,
“Nevermore,” the raven croaks — he knows! he knows!