I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
And I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Edgar Allan Poe.
Apparently there's a rave on - Shall we go?
Yes - let us go then you and I As the evening is spread out Against the sky.
But not like a patient Etherised upon a table.
Let us like Thunderbirds Not gentle go into this dark night.
So dressed in sable White gloves And whistles They went on their way - Not looking forward To conversations about Michelangelo at all.
For as we all know Old age should rave and burn At close of day. And not just fizzle out.
More big shout...........................................
And rave until you fall.
Both Edgar Allan Poe and Samuel Taylor Coleridge did both write poems called The Raven. The latter's is one of the most dispiriting and disconcerting pieces of vindictive revenge in the English language.T S Eliot and Dylan Thomas did write poems called The Love Song of J Alfred Purfrock and Do Not Gentle Go Into That Good Night respectively and lines from both poems appear here in various guises. If you know niether both would make most anthologies of 20th century poetry.
And honestly white gloves and whistles were common on the rave scene in the early days.
Years later Bathsheba's psychiatrist Was analysing the tryst Between King David And her.
It was no tryst Said she. What a slur. He was a ****** And an opportunist.
An amoeba would concur Said the psychiatrist That a shower screen And being more demure Would have been Quite spiritually enterprising.
You cannot expect Kind David to desist From objectifying your femurs And a cracking pair of amethysts.
Don't treat me Like some calculating Hormone Exchange Unit You sexist misogynist.
You are not fit To analyse me.
You say your name's Freud But you're wholly devoid Of any insight Of what is amiss Or my troubles might be.
Not one piece of grit Have you put in my oyster. You obsequious churl I'm a girl you don't mess with.
I could have you hung.
But instead she dismissed him and booked an appointment With a certain professor Who went by the name of Carl Gustav Jung.
Based on a story in the bible about a woman called Bathsheba who was spied on by King David whilst bathing on her roof. David ended up with her after having her husband killed off. She ended up with his stillborn child.