Ambrose Bierce Poems
|11.||The Day Of Wrath / Dies Iræ||4/20/2010|
|12.||With a Book||5/9/2001|
|16.||At The Close Of The Canvass||4/20/2010|
|17.||A Wreath Of Immortelles||4/20/2010|
|19.||Adair Welcker, Poet||4/20/2010|
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture