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Gilman chose chloroform over cancer
She picked the etherized rag over all
Tumbling into darkness like a dancer
An old ranch hand missing youths mystery
Hemingway took Chekov’s gun from the wall
And blasted himself into history
Rothko answered the Primitivists call
Slashing up his wrists in a rush of red
Fagan could fly, but in Rome chose to fall
Woolf stuffed the pockets of her overcoat
Worn atop her favorite dressing gown
With stones and drowned, fearing she’d missed the boat
Plath put out breakfast in old London town
Then sealed herself off with the gas left on
Sexton chose her car with the garage door down
Gros sank in the Seine like a yearling fawn
In like a lion, fished out like a sheep
How does one mistake Baron’s ease for brawn?
Poor Jeanne, despondent enough for two
Dove three stories into Stygian sleep
Days from the date her second child was due
While watching industry and commerce creep
Christopher Wood chose rustic scenes to paint
By train he gave his passage to the deep
Tchaikovsky toasted with cholera-taint
Amidst a Petersburg epidemic
The spectre of the failed sixth, his name saint
A man may break his bones with stone or stick
But van Gogh revolved around the quick sigh
Of stars burning to singe the vigils wick
Like Mayakovsky he died by the gun
The modern end to the everlasting
When the sun reveals what the moon has done
The bane of the clipper ships half-masting
As the daylight plays out how the war was won
Quicker than the pole rigged up for casting
Removed of worm so nimbly there is naught
Left with mind enough or tongue to be taught
Very poetic and desriptive and very real.
thanks man. i’ve had the idea floating around for about 4 years or so, but i wasn’t never sure of the form until i got back into terza rima and ottava rima. figured i’d combine them
Dark and Beautiful