Greetings Everyone!
Before ending my series of October postings, it is only fitting to cite Edgar Allan Poe, an autumn person to the roots of his heart & soul.
In his greatest poem “Ulalume”, Poe describes the October dream-scape that his narrator is journeying through on his way to a mysterious destination. It is clear that this nightmarish experience is taking place on Halloween night.
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere:
It was night, in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir:-
It was down by the dark tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
The narrator encounters weird visions- including the
“specter” of a planet- a ghost planet! – and ends up standing before the tomb
of his beloved- the Lady Ulalume.
The narrator has been tricked by the woodland ghouls
into a confrontation with Death. And
this is the ultimate Halloween trick or treat!
JLS
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