In Honor Of Halloween

My two favorite Halloween Poems... One more silly, one more sinister, both classics, though one is more high brow than the other... Enjoy!

Porphyria's Lover
By Robert Browning


The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead!
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word!

and

The Little Orphan Annie
by James Whitcomb Riley

Little Orphan Annie's come to my house to stay.
To wash the cups and saucers up and brush the crumbs away.
To shoo the chickens from the porch and dust the hearth and sweep,
and make the fire and bake the bread to earn her board and keep.
While all us other children, when the supper things is done,
we sit around the kitchen fire and has the mostest fun,
a listening to the witch tales that Annie tells about
and the goblins will get ya if ya don't watch out!

Once there was a little boy who wouldn't say his prayers,
and when he went to bed at night away up stairs,
his mammy heard him holler and his daddy heard him bawl,
and when they turned the covers down,
he wasn't there at all!
They searched him in the attic room
and cubby hole and press
and even up the chimney flu and every wheres, I guess,
but all they ever found of him was just his pants and round-abouts
and the goblins will get ya if ya don't watch out!!

Once there was a little girl who always laughed and grinned
and made fun of everyone, of all her blood and kin,
and once when there was company and old folks was there,
she mocked them and she shocked them and said, she didn't care.
And just as she turned on her heels and to go and run and hide,
there was two great big black things a standing by her side.
They snatched her through the ceiling fore she knew what shes about,
and the goblins will get ya if ya don't watch out!!

When the night is dark and scary, and the moon is full
and creatures are a flying and the wind goes Whoooooooooo,
you better mind your parents and your teachers fond and dear,
and cherish them that loves ya, and dry the orphans tears
and help the poor and needy ones that cluster all about,
or the goblins will get ya if ya don't watch out!!!

Happy Halloween!

(Note, while I am aware of some more sinister connotations to this holiday and have never condoned ritualistic or occult practices for exactly that reason, I do feel that in a loving and supportive family/community this "holiday" can supply a lot of good lean fun for children and adults alike. I also believe strongly in a parent's right to disagree to that to, so long as that opinion is not forced on me. There are a lot of great churches that have "Fall Festivals" or "Pumpkin Parties" for the kids and those are terrific alternatives too. I have participated in a lot of those over the years. In my class I focus on spooky and interesting literature during this time period, just as I focus on more romantic pieces in February, because as a shameless promoter of literature, I'll use anything I can to grab a kid's attention and get them excited about literature!)

Go read something scary and if it's good, share it with a friend!

Move-Ed

So now I am moved.

This process has taught me something. I hate moving. They are going to have to carry my cold dead rotting corps out of that house feet first before I move again... Or if I really have to, I'll just burn it to the ground and have insurance get me new stuff... No packing!

Going from 1700 feet to 1200, it looks like I was shoe horned in to this place. There are boxes everywhere. Roo is furious with me. She keeps giving me this look followed by the most put upon sigh any teenager ever uttered...

Also.

Yesterday I grabbed a pull over dress of mine because it's easy and doesn't wrinkle. Only I couldn't find my slip. So I got this idea. I used my red satin nightie... yeah. Looked fine standing up, but when I sat the full skirt with ruffle trim was clearly visible below my neutral toned dress. Note to self...

Also, I think, I have way too much stuff.

But!

I am going to see "Wicked" on Saturday. That I am totally pumped about. I will find my slip before then!

Moving

Here I am again, it seems. Moving.

Moving is a weird thing to me. I've done it so often, there is no excitement, though there is also no fear... I know this animal.

Lately I feel unsettled. Maybe that is by definition the moving... When I am in the new place, unpacked, I will feel settled again.

Right now I doubt it.

So much of my instinct seems off lately, discombobulated...

One way or another, though, come the 11th of October the movers will be here.

I am moving.