Goth President

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Someone found a likely copy of a long lost suicide poem by Lincoln. Of course, the article doesn't bother to quote the entire poem, but this is what they give:

Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
    And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through
    Though I in hell should rue it!

[...]

Sweet steel! Come forth from out your sheath,
    And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
    And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart
    Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
    My last—my only friend!

Not too bad, for angsty goth poetry by a future president. I'll post the rest of it once someone bothers to make it available to this here interweb thing.

In other weird news, French royalists finally got a funeral for the 200 year old heart of Louis XVII. French royalists? I suppose if world events must approach fiction, Pratchett is better than most to mimic.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Well. He always did dress in black, didn't he?

And perhaps the tall hat was his era's equivalent of the eyebrow ring...

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It sounds somewhat like Whitman, although the strict measured verse is a bit unusual for him. It reminds me of "O Captain, My Captain!", which was also written about Lincoln.

I Am Not A Historian, though.