Or could it be that we’ve been reading too many scary poems in the last few days? Particularly haunting are the spooky poems included in the collection, Poetry for Young People: Edgar Allan Poe, published by Sterling in 1995.
Here’s the first stanza from Poe’s “The Raven” – perhaps his most famous poem.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
You can continue reading this poem at poets.org here: http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638
If you’re brave enough, you might want to take a stroll through the Poetry Haunted House on the same site.
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21947
My little black cat decided not to visit our neighbourhood Haunted House but opted to go trick-or-treating with friends instead. She called herself a scared-y- cat.
Happy Halloween!
