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I just read From the Dust Returned, a Bradbury novel of fairly recentness, and it has awoken in me a need for the slightly creepy. Thus, I went and found some Poe poems I'd been meaning to find; The Bells and Alone. I just had to share this, because I do love them so.
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring."
--Excerpt from Alone.
By the way, I'm blaming my mini-obsession on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
butterflydrming. Teach her to go writing vampire stories that are good and stuff!
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring."
--Excerpt from Alone.
By the way, I'm blaming my mini-obsession on
butterflydrming. Teach her to go writing vampire stories that are good and stuff!