Friday, July 8, 2011


Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere —
Our memories were treacherous and sere —
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year —
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber —
(Though once we had journeyed down here) —

We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Edgar Allan Poe

(Wanted to re-post this old photo I took back in 2009. Man, Halloween is the best. The Best.)


Jay's Shadow said...

Great poem. Great pic....

Steve said...

Yes. Yes, it is!

The Frog Queen said...

Have you ever seen the play "The Weir" - based in the same area in Ireland that the poem references (likely part of the inspiration) - it is a great Irish ghost story.


Rot said...

I've never seen nor heard of it.
Thanks for the recommendation.

Bindlegrim said...

Love that photo! The essence of Halloween - a simple smiling Jack O'Lantern in a dark window - the lighting is magic!

Autumnleaf said...


Sara said...

I was getting all antsy for Halloween today, taking a drive through so. Pas usually calms the craving. Then I stumbled on this:

Long story short, the Strode house in the 78 Halloween encourages people today to borrow a pumpkin they provide on their porch and take pics along the sidewalk and posts where Laurie sat waiting for Annie. I think that's pretty darn cool. :)Maybe if I ever get up the nerve, I will take them up on that.