It may be set “in the bleak December,” but I think “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe deserves its spot in the Poetry Corner for Halloween. It blends generic spookiness with the remembrance of the departed that lies at the root (or at least the trunk) of All Hallows’ Eve. If there’s a poem that does that better, I can’t think of it.
By the way, I’ve always been a little suspicious of Halloween, and I confess some sympathy with the people who deplore its celebration, even if their fervor frightens me nearly as much as the occult does. For now, I overcome my doubts about the social practice by observing the innocence of my own children’s delight in it. But if my daughter ever follows the pre-teens featured in this Post story (H/T to Fitz), I may change my tune.
But I digress. Here is “The Raven”: Read the rest of this entry »