Amy H. Sturgis (eldritchhobbit) wrote,
Amy H. Sturgis

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Happy Halloween, Day 5

Happy birthday to geekqueen! May your day be wonderful and your year to come be the very best yet.

I am off bright and early this morning to Indianapolis to take part in a short conference. I will make my post tomorrow from my hotel!

And now, on with the show:

Links of the Day: The two links for today are Edward Gorey-iffic.

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* "The Gashlycrumb Tinies" by Edward Gorey (It's a macabre classic that's always worth revisiting.)

* Gorey Details (Visit this shop for all of your Edward Gorey needs.)

Literature of the Day: This is a truly chilling poem. Don't miss the ending!

By Louis Untermeyer (1885-1977)

Between the moss and stone
The lonely lilies rise;
Wasted and overgrown
The tangled garden lies.
Weeds climb about the stoop
And clutch the crumbling walls;
The drowsy grasses droop—
The night wind falls.
The place is like a wood;
No sign is there to tell
Where rose and iris stood
That once she loved so well.
Where phlox and asters grew,
A leafless thornbush stands,
And shrubs that never knew
Her tender hands....
Over the broken fence
The moonbeams trail their shrouds;

Their tattered cerements
Cling to the gauzy clouds,
In ribbons frayed and thin—
And startled by the light
Silence shrinks deeper in
The depths of night.
Useless lie spades and rakes;
Rust's on the garden-tools.
Yet, where the moonlight makes
Nebulous silver pools
A ghostly shape is cast—
Something unseen has stirred....
Was it a breeze that passed?
Was it a bird?
Dead roses lift their heads
Out of a grassy tomb;
From ruined pansy-beds
A thousand pansies bloom.
The gate is opened wide—
The garden that has been
Now blossoms like a bride....
Who entered in?
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