Found Poem: Let me call myself

6 Apr

So usually my found poems consist of whole spam comments broken up poetically.  This time I’ve taken phrases from Poe’s “William Wilson” (one of my favorite Poe stories) and turned them into something new.

Let me call myself
for the present
a cloud,
and limitless.

All virtue dripped bodily–
refreshing chilliness of its deeply shadowed avenues–
with how deep a spirit of
wonder and perplexity.

The apparently dismal monotony
is gray shadow,
an indistinct regathering
of feeble
pleasures and
phantasmagoric pain.

In truth, the ardor, the enthusiasm,
sagacity first discovered,
the feeling of vexation,
an imitation
of myself–
cordially hated and too bitterly despised–
to speak with me.

But who and what was this?

It had grown
to a pallor truly fearful.
What now
might have been the very
marrow of my bones
cut nothing for his victim.

Ere dawn of day
I had given myself up entirely,
had indulged more freely
in a voice husky with rage
frantic with every
species of wild excitement–

A large mirror advanced to meet me with
a feeble and tottering gait.

I could have fancied
that I myself
was speaking.

2 Responses to “Found Poem: Let me call myself”


  1. Poem A Day Challenge: Day #11 | We Drink Because We're Poets - 11 April 2013

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