The Haunted Palace

I’ve read nearly the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, but I have no memory of this wonderful poem, The Haunted Palace.  The world of Poe’s writing is always tragic and vivid. His poems, especially, combine a sense of loss and regret with the experience of inhabiting a dreamy, mysterious and beautiful place unbound to

Happy Halloween

Ulalume by Edgar Allen Poe The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir— It

You Wait Your Turn, October

Turn away but a moment and fall seizes the land Now the honey locust rests and autumn’s blonde trim hurries about the grove Patience, October! Your time will come