Shelley's Farewell Now at last I lay at rest upon this prickly pyre, cradled in this smoking nest enveloped by the fire. To leave behind what I detest remains my one desire, to turn my back on life's cruel jest escape the loveless mire. Let mourners wail in tones distressed, perhaps they are not liars. But I alone am truly blessed as twilight lifts me higher. Kati Nagy This was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge. Kati Nagy is a semi-retired, globe-trotting ESL teacher who now resides in San Francisco with a view of the sparkling Bay Bridge. She weaves her stories in poems, collages, memoir, and solo performances.
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Michael Cleary
10/23/2016 08:00:27 am
Loved that!
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Rosemary Reynolds
10/25/2016 09:51:35 pm
Beautiful! Oh, to feel the same way when it's our time.
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