Thomas Bailey Aldrich. 11 November 1836-19 March 1907:
- Identity -
SOMEWHERE—in desolate wind-swept space—
In Twilight-land—in No-man's land—
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night"
HA HA HA! I love it!
When I was at school, they hammered poetry into our heads for years; I absolutely hated it.
It was all dark and grim and boring. And so were the poets. I had no idea what the teachers were waffling on about. Not once did they mention Thomas. I'd never heard of him!
It was only a few years ago that I first came across it on the internet. Read it for the first time.