


I think for my next nude or almost nude poetry reading, I'm going to go with one of my long time favorites - 'Israfel' by Edgar Allan Poe. The last two verses always tear my heart: "Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely—flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky."