Special Feature

Lincoln

Lincoln

In honor of President Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, February 12, 1809, we are featuring a poem about Lincoln and the Civil War. Below is an excerpt from the poem. Follow the link below to read the full poem. 

“The dense gray twilight surrounding me is a web
Of elements hanging loose or tattering, the war’s
Last windfall. Streets of Washington are empty
Of the ranks of soldiery, and stolid generals
Recede into the impertinence of sleep. The war
Was desolation of finality, the multithousand
Corsairs of darkness vanishing into the gulf
Of their final deployment.”