Thursday, October 30, 2008

Spooky Little

Happy Halloween, people.

The leaves are really taking off now, the fall wind, and I think of Shelley:

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?



Shelley, Keats, you can see I'm teaching British Literature this semester. O Romantic! O Autumn! O Children of the sweet teeth and ghosts and fangs and fur.

Trick or treat.

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