The Poems Of The Night

The Poeming : A 30/30 Found Poetry Project Source text : Dracula by Bram Stoker

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4.30!! 🥳

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we all went

through the flames -

every trace of all that

was - is proof:

no one believes…

***

i feared time:

it struck me, noble.

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pgs. 326 and 1.

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4.29

we must not - may not - take,

death cannot believe - there is

hope. go out, into the dark -

the blackest things hold

silent instinct - this was

only a prelude

***

be convinced.

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 284.

I saw “be convinced” and my heart read “be sure” so now I’m thinking about Seanan McGuire ♥️

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4.28

the one thing I have, if we must be vampire - in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown land alone ***

trouble found all things

--

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 255.

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4.27

i want your permission to think with intense gravity - i don't quite see an honest disguise this night, if it be anything in which faith is concerned *** come, in secret

--

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 175.

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4.26

here, she had impulsive understanding *** make her happy and fly

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Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 296-297.

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4.25

i promise to discuss precious time, as if months of summer came u n

done *** i took a growing interest in everything

--

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pgs. 256 and 259.

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4.24

and now -

tell me about the

death of any open mind

a thousand times you

have taken

a typewritten hurryaway

and i sit here

with doubt

***

it may be worse for others

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 159.

Note - I had a fellow writer who always put two words together that weren’t usually one word… he has passed, and I felt an urge to honor his memory with one here. So, I give you “a typewritten ‘hurryaway’” ♥️

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4.23

my dear young

pleasure -

because you are

That Much,

i shall show you…

a madman

***

i would not say

a word -

only, the symptoms

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 99.

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4.22

blood had fallen

the bitter experience of

a heart

still beating

there was no need

for an instant - to wear

peace…

the etiquette of death spoke

***

fact was waiting

in the breakfast-room

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 121-122, 126-127, 129.

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4.21

found:

white as ivory -

the asylum looked

eager

in the night

***

so, here it is:

Death, not Life

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pgs 256, 259.

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4.20

the stones

took surprise and gladness

for granted

***

i was absorbed in that wonderful monster

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pgs. 40, 102, 190.

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4.19

sleep in peace

the day, helpless -

(finally)

the world expected

another,

transfusion of opportunity

***

i have a dim half-remembrance

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. ph 113-116.

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4.18

we went along,

in dimly lit rays -

found them… dead

the flowers slow

the little wounds

a word, bent

and still breathing

***

i can be

present

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 126.

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4.17

wait

with me

unseen

sorrow, sweet -

no taint of death

throw aside

the mystery

and accept the

stake

***

ask him what it was

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 179.

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4.16

i slept

without dreaming, the edge

of my brain: a window

into the resolute

night. i dared to rage

and a calm stole

over me

***

and then, i started screaming

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg. 36-38.

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4.15

i could not recollect | the moment that

shone like pearls | and some dead

-ly fear

i awoke in my own bed | fearless

and without religion

***

so my friend, you are tired

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 31-36.