Halloween (Madison Cawein)

Bij Halloween

 

 
Halloween Night door Ken Figurski, 2014

 

Halloween

It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe’en,
Where silence and darkness had built them a lair,
That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen,
And heard her still step on the hush-haunted air.

It was last Hallowe’en in the glimmer and swoon
Of mist and of moonlight, where once we had sinned,
That I saw the gray gleam of her eyes in the moon,
And hair, like a raven, blown wild on the wind.

It was last Hallowe’en where starlight and dew
Made mystical marriage on flower and leaf,
That she led me with looks of a love, that I knew
Was dead, and the voice of a passion too brief.

It was last Hallowe’en in the forest of dreams,
Where trees are eidolons and flowers have eyes,
That I saw her pale face like the foam of far streams,
And heard, like the night-wind, her tears and her sighs.

It was last Hallowe’en, the haunted, the dread,
In the wind-tattered wood, by the storm-twisted pine,
That I, who am living, kept tryst with the dead,
And clasped her a moment who once had been mine.

 

 
Madison Cawein (23 maart 1865 – 8 december 1914)
Oktober in Iroquois Park, Louisville, Kentucky, de geboorteplaats van Madison Cawein

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 31e oktober ook mijn vorige twee blogs van vandaag.

 

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