October 22nd, 2006

Pretender/Terribilis

"beckoning with misty fingers"

Just a reminder: Fairy Tales: Told and Retold, Reread and Reinterpreted: Belmont University's Fifth Annual Humanities Symposium will be Oct. 25-30 in Nashville.

Now, for amazing pumpkiny goodness, check out the remarkable designs at Ray's Pumpkin Carving tutorial. Thanks to agentxpndble for the link!

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Today's spooky text is "The Ghosts" by Fitz-James O'Brien (1828-1862):

Pale shapes advancing from the midnight air,
Beckoning with misty fingers round my bed,
Bending your faded faces o'er my head,
I have no fear of ye! I seem to share
Your dim vitality -- mine's well-nigh fled.
I feel the human outlines melt away;
These thin, gray hands that lie on the damp sheet
Are almost vapory enough to meet
Yours in the grasp of fellowship. My hair
Seems turning into cloud. The quickening clay
That walls me in is cracking, and I strive
Towards ye through the breach. Am I alive?
Or are ye dead? All's vague -- a wide, gray sea.
Hark! the cock crows! Now, spirits, welcome me!
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