Monday, May 25, 2009

Nevermore!

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Mick Reasor
Gouache on paper
2.5 x 3.5 inches

Enlarged

1 Comments:

Blogger My name isn't Jerry said...

YeeAH!

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