Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven, of course, rolls his eyes impatiently

You feel goosebumps crawling up your sleeves 

A haunting so familiar you grin

W. B. Yeats

Jon boat tosses t’n’fro the salty zeal of sea

His words slap aboard you drink’m in w’ease

A thirst for fresh stories unquenchable 

Virginia Woolf

Woman blazes past her time and kitchen sink 

You crave...

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William Shakespeare 

Cold theater braces for a cliche thespian 

Yet his every word is soft cotton on your skin 

A bouquet of passion, puckishness and verse

Sylvia Plath

Bell jar sticky with fingerprints and sand

A whipping wind tips over your afternoon plans 

Her manic notes on napkins now prolific works

Maya Angelou

Thunderous megaphone silences the crowd

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