{"id":938,"date":"2009-08-28T16:32:13","date_gmt":"2009-08-28T21:32:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/blog\/?p=938"},"modified":"2009-08-29T07:51:22","modified_gmt":"2009-08-29T12:51:22","slug":"a-poem-the-cricket","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/home\/a-poem-the-cricket\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem “The Cricket”"},"content":{"rendered":"

In honor of Edgar Allen Poe (and his poem The Raven) and in memory of the crickets that like to appear in my home every year (a moment of silence for them, please), around this time:
\n
\nThe Cricket: A Semi-unOriginal Poem.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a midnight sleeping As I lay my head a dreaming
\nAnd my features had all the seeming of a person who’s about to snore
\nWhen then a breathing, turning, yawning heard I the sound of chirping
\nA loud, tumultuous chirping: outside my bedroom door
\n“It\u2019s the kiddies” I muttered “this it is and nothing more”
\n“It must only be the kiddies, awake too early: no more.”<\/p>\n

Ah, I remember ’twas in the Month of August (near September)
\nWhen each and every family member slept (because it was four)
\nYet this infernal blasted chirping, as if some small twerp or bug thing
\nHad managed an orchestra to implore
\nAnd play Beethoven’s Ninth outside my chamber door.
\nThe evil of this chirping occurring out my door.<\/p>\n

Suddenly that blasted chirping, my senses full alerting,
\nRipped me from my dreams of flirting on distant sandy shores
\n“What” said I, “is that bleating? some creature that is repeating
\na sound that is teeming with sleeping nevermore
\nA blasted evil chirping outside my chamber door
\nA blasted evil chirping right outside my door.”<\/p>\n

Quickly out I fumbled, from my bed I suddenly tumbled,
\nstumbled and with a groaning rumble I tore open my bedroom door
\nAnd on the floor before me hopping, a small insect (it’s sound not stopping)
\nA tiny cricket gone a-hopping tearing across my bedroom floor
\nIt ran beneath my bed-frame, hiding there upon the floor.<\/p>\n

Turning I did mutter, my robes a flagrant flutter
\nas I turned with a shudder away from my chamber door
\nThe mystics will respect me, the heavens I’ll implore
\nAs with patience (to the saints befitting) this foul creature I’ll ignore
\nYes, thought I, back to bed and this creature I’ll ignore<\/p>\n

Chirp, it said, Chirp (repeating)
\nChirp the chirping from the shadows the sound soared
\nChirping Chirp and Chirping Chirping and for-chirping still (and more!)
\nChirping Chirp chirp blasted Chirping
\nAnd my dreams (then promised) to be returned nevermore
\nYes my poor sleep and dreaming (Chirp) to return, nevermore.
\n“Thing of Evil (Chirp)Be you prophet (chirp) or devil!
\nBy that heaven that bends (chirp) us – by that (chirp) we both adore;
\nTell this (chirp) with sleepy laden, if with(chirp) the distant (chirping)
\nIt shall (chirp) a sainted (chirping) whom the (chirp-chirp) named (chirp chirp)!
\n“Stop (chirp)terrupitng when I\u2019m rhyming (Chirp), I implore”
\nAnd the Cricket chirps some more.<\/p>\n

“Be that (chirp) our sign of (chirp)ing; bug or fiend!” I shrieked (chirp)ing
\nGet thee out of my bedroom and into the (chirp chirp chirp chirp) door
\nLeave no (chirp chirp chirp) of that (chirp) that soul has (chirp)
\nBlast, quit interrupting me: I said no more!
\nQuoth the cricket as it chirped along some more.<\/p>\n

And the cricket, never flitting, still is chirping and its sitting
\nBeneath the frame of my bed upon my chamber floor
\nAnd his antennae have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming
\nAnd the shadows o\u2019er him streaming as his orchestra he performs
\nAnd my head from down at the sofa, outside my chamber door
\nWith the pillows a lifting from my head: nevermore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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