Happy Halloween, Day 23
Oct. 23rd, 2007 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eldritchhobbitFirst of all, tremendous thanks to the fabulous ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wedes for the lovely gift of new Halloween icons, including this beauty here!
Second, I offer a quiz:
And now, on with the show:
Link of the Day: Grave Addiction (For remarkable photos of cemeteries, historic sites, and "haunted places.")
Literature of the Day: I have two short but powerful poems for you today.
"Oil and Blood"
By William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
"Haunted"
By Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
See! He trails his toes
Through the long streaks of moonlight,
And the nails of his fingers glitter;
They claw and flash among the tree-tops.
His lips suck at my open window,
And his breath creeps about my body
And lies in pools under my knees.
I can see his mouth sway and wobble,
Sticking itself against the window-jambs,
But the moonlight is bright on the floor,
Without a shadow.
Hark! A hare is strangling in the forest,
And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.
wedes for the lovely gift of new Halloween icons, including this beauty here!Second, I offer a quiz:
| You Are |
 A Franken Pumpkin Face You would make a good deformed pumpkin. |
And now, on with the show:
Link of the Day: Grave Addiction (For remarkable photos of cemeteries, historic sites, and "haunted places.")
Literature of the Day: I have two short but powerful poems for you today.
"Oil and Blood"
By William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
"Haunted"
By Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
See! He trails his toes
Through the long streaks of moonlight,
And the nails of his fingers glitter;
They claw and flash among the tree-tops.
His lips suck at my open window,
And his breath creeps about my body
And lies in pools under my knees.
I can see his mouth sway and wobble,
Sticking itself against the window-jambs,
But the moonlight is bright on the floor,
Without a shadow.
Hark! A hare is strangling in the forest,
And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.
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Date: 2007-10-23 01:53 pm (UTC)It's sort of funny how I'm not big on poetry unless it's spooky. I remember as a kid reading "Sweet William's Ghost" in a book of ghost stories I'd borrowed from the library (sure wish I could remember the book's title,) and being so taken with it.
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Date: 2007-10-24 12:36 am (UTC)LOL! There is a lot of material there, that's for sure!
I like some other poetry, but my favorite by far is the dark, Gothic kind. I agree with your taste for spooky poems. I love the fact you read "Sweet William's Ghost" as a child! You had good taste even then. :)