Rational Nation USA

Halcyons ye by the flowing sea Waves that warble twitteringly, Circling over the tumbling blue, Dipping your down in its briny dew, Spi-i-iders in corners dim Spi-spi-spinning your fairy film, Shuttles echoing round the room Silver notes of the whistling loom, Where the light-footed dolphin skips Down the wake of the dark-prowed ships, Over the course of the racing steed Where the clustering tendrils breed Grapes to drown dull care in delight, Oh! mother make me a child again just for to-night! I don't exactly see how that last line is to scan, But that's a consideration I leave to our musical man. Aristophanes

Rational Nation U S A Purveyor of Truth As I sat thinking of my beloved mother this night I was reminded of her favorite poem by Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven. For some inexplicable reason it seemed as if room has a third presence, the other of course being my wife. It was almost as if the Raven represented some sort of surreal connection between us. Almost as if some supernatural connection existed While my mind told me it was just memory the sense of surreal persisted until it left as quickly as it had visited. Wherever you are Mom this is for you with my undying love. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—             Only ...