April 8th, 2006

(no subject)


by Edgar Allan Poe:

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less - in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called - I forget the heathenish Greek name
[Called anything, its meaning is the same]
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."

A man in a black cloak will be waiting out side your window at the hour of eleven to spirit you away from the dreadful engagement. Ask him no questions and follow silently. He is sent by me and I trust he will deliver you without incident.
Further explination I know you must crave, yet I find I can only enclose a few details
in this letter as much that I have to say is of a most secretive nature. I did not in fact return to the school and have chosen a new path through the most peculiar of incidents. I have become a highway woman. Now, I imagine the look on your face as you are reading this is quite priceless, yet I beg you do not pass judgement on me. The man I have sent will reply to the name 'Dagger' but I again warn you to ask him no questions. He is one of my cutpurses and though he is an intimidating figure he will do you no harm. I look foward to hearing from you and beg you to write me on your journey. Within my next letter it will most likely be safe to awnser more of your questions. Till then, ado.