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DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME
By: Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low,
I know not what into my ear
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear
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This poem made me feel like something big is happening to you that you have no control over, but you are at total peace with it. I felt like maybe I was floating. I wanted something dark and yet graceful and elegant.
I actually hand drew each and every letter out so I wouldn't have to decide on a font.
This is absolutely gorgeous. It breaks a lot of
ReplyDeleterules about hand drawn typography but it all creates a 40's feel to the subject matter. Take a look at the WPA posters. Just beautiful.
Thanks! The self-made type was a final act of frustration, but I'm happy with the result.
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