Friday, October 29, 2010

...of mystery and night...







(digital art by bz)



Haunted Houses


by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1858)




All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.


We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.


There are more guests at table than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
As silent as the pictures on the wall.


The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that has been is visible and clear.


We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.


The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air.


Our little lives are kept in equipoise
By opposite attractions and desires;
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,
And the more noble instinct that aspires.


These perturbations, this perpetual jar
Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
Come from the influence of an unseen star
An undiscovered planet in our sky.


And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
Into the realm of mystery and night,—


So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

~Longfellow










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11 comments:

  1. every house is haunted...particularly the one i grew up in...that first picture is amazing bonnie...

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  2. my first thought is to whack it like a pinata so the children can nab the candy. but I have learned my lessons. i will share my earth with them, and i will like it.

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  4. Mmm... haunted houses... bridges of light... sounds a bit like my ur-walk!

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  5. Those are scrumptious images you created.

    An esoteric healer visited our 100-year-old farmhouse a few years ago and said, "I could never live in an old house; there are too many people here."

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  6. WOOOOOOOOO, Afraid! Your digital images are FABULOUS!

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  7. I've always believed there is a bridge of Light connecting it all. With the photos and Longfellow's words it seamlessly comes together.

    Happy Samhain, Bonnie...

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  8. These perturbations, this perpetual jar
    Of earthly wants and aspirations high,... so many wonderful lines in this poem about human nature.

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  9. I love your images! Great poem. I would be too afraid to stay in a haunted house!

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  10. The silhouette of the girl seems to escape somewhere.
    The haze may lead her to the peaceful place.

    The mystery of the work is profound.

    ruma

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  11. Wow, you pair your words and digital art pieces so well. I love hearing this one read aloud, it truly lends itself to the spoken word, and its the perfect thing to have read for halloween eve :)

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