A few days ago I posted a found poem. “Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems.”
Presented below is a second found poem. It’s the first few lines of Edgar Allan Poe’s short story Bernice. It’s a haunting tale. Read it! I wish I could write like this guy could.
Overreaching the Wide Horizon
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness
of earth is multiform. Overreaching
the wide horizon like the rainbow,
its hues are as various as the hues
of that arch, as distinct too,
yet as intimately blended.
Overreaching the wide horizon
like the rainbow!