Reading Notes & Halloween

Yesterday was a most splendid Sunday! I spent it in my reading chair with Mr Poe, a glass of ice tea, and a small bowl of Halloween candy by my side. I say 'small' because, really, it was just the few select packages of  Twix, Snickers and M&Ms  that *fell* out of the larger bowl by the front door. Spillage, you understand.

I've also been dipping into some Murakami for the first time. Hmm. He's intriguingly interestingly strange. I might just end up liking him. We'll see. Today, though, it's all about the weird and creepy. And the candy. Halloween on!

The Lake

by Edgar Allen Poe

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

The which I could not love the less - 

So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,

And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall

Upon that spot, as upon all,

And the mystic wind went by 

Murmuring in melody - 

Then - ah then I would awake 

To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,

But the tremulous delight -

A feeling not the jewelled mine

Could teach or bribe me to define - 

Nor Love - although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave, 

And in its gulf a fitting grave 

For him who thence could solace bring

To his lone imagining - 

Whose solitary soul could make 

An Eden of that dim lake.