Poetry Poems

Enigma

Edgar Allen Poe The noblest name in Allegory's page, The hand that traced inexorable rage; A pleasing moralist whose page refined, Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind; A tender poet of a foreign tongue, (Indited in the language that he sung.) A bard of brilliant but unlicensed page At once the shame and glory of our age, The prince of harmony and stirling sense, The ancient dramatist of eminence, The bard that paints imagination's powers, And him whose song revives departed hours, Once more an ancient tragic bard recall, In boldness of design surpassing all. These names when rightly read, a name [make] known Which gathers all their glories in its own.

The Circus in the Trees Andrew Hudgins

I love to watch the gray squirrels leap from limb to leafy limb, tumbling like furry acrobats — and every tree their gym. The oak limbs are their trampoline, and their trapeze the pines. They stroll, like tightrope walkers, up the looping power lines — and sometimes they gnaw through a line, exploding as it arcs, and lighting up the evening sky, cascading down as sparks.