like the end of the world—
steep spires of seagreen slate
pine woods, numberless
flock of ravens dreaming
devilry, clouds of pride
madness, mysterious sorrow—
a double dose of poison
from an atmospheric paragraph of G. K. Chesterton’s story “The Honour of Israel Gow”
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Oh, this is excellent. Madness and mysterious sorrow. Well, just every word. (K)
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Thank you. Chesterton’s descriptions were so lush…perfect for mining a poem.
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It’s like a nightmare taking place in a forest. Beautiful language/images.
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Thank you. It is dawning on me what a great descriptive writer Chesterton was. There is a Gothic/Victorian strain in these stories, for sure.
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You have a fabulous way with words!
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You are so sweet. Thank you.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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