Gothic Poems
My grandmother had a love for Gothic Poems such as those by Edgar Allen Poe. They were our ghost stories late at night. When you read Gothic Poetry, it fills your mind with images of darkness, fear and perhaps even death. There is an earthy solid feel of sadness to them that you just don't get from other types of poetry. At the same time as with all of the Family Poems in our collection, Gothic Poems can also inspire hope and connection both with the universe and with others. Poems from this period are very interesting and show us that people no matter when they lived, are pretty much the same as always.-Grandma Mary
At Home by Christina Rosetti
When I was dead, my spirit turned
To seek the much-frequented house:
I passed the door, and saw my friends
Feasting beneath green orange boughs;
From hand to hand they pushed the wine,
They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;
They sang, they jested, and they laughed,
For each was loved of each.
Dark Browed Martha by Effie Afton
When the frost-king clothed the forests
In a flood of gorgeous dyes,
Death called little dark-browed Martha
To her mansion in the skies.
'Twas a calm October Sabbath
When the bell with solemn sound
Knelled her to her quiet slumbers
Low down in the darksome ground.
Renascence by Edna St. Milay
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
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."
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