Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Vis a Vis: Emily Dickenson and Poe

A fellow Allit sent this poem to me this morning, and it reminds me of the song beneath it.

One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted by Emily Dickenson:

    One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
    One need not be a house;
    The brain has corridors surpassing
    Material place.

    Far safer, of a midnight meeting
    External ghost,
    Than an interior confronting
    That whiter host.

    Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
    The stones achase,
    Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
    In lonesome place.

    Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
    Should startle most;
    Assassin, hid in our apartment,
    Be horror's least.

    The prudent carries a revolver,
    He bolts the door,
    O'erlooking a superior spectre
    More near.

Haunted by Poe:
    Come here
    Pretty please
    Can you tell me where I am
    You won't you say something
    I need to get my bearings
    I'm lost
    And the shadows keep on changing

    And I'm haunted
    By the lives that I have loved
    And actions I have hated
    I'm haunted
    By the lives that wove the web
    Inside my haunted head

    Don't cry,
    There's always a way
    Here in November in this house of leaves
    We'll pray
    Please, I know it's hard to believe
    To see a perfect forest
    Through so many splintered trees
    You and me
    And these shadows keep on changing

    And I'm haunted
    By the lives that I have loved
    And actions I have hated
    I'm haunted
    By the promises I've made
    And others I have broken
    I'm haunted
    By the lives that wove the web
    Inside my haunted head

    Hallways... always

    I'll always love you
    I'll always need you
    I'll always want you
    And I will always miss you

    Come here
    No I won't say please
    One more look at the ghost
    Before I'm gonna make it leave
    Come here
    I've got the pieces here
    Time to gather up the splinters
    Build a casket for my tears

    I'm haunted
    (By the lives that I have loved)
    I'm haunted
    (By the promises I've made)
    I'm haunted
    By the hallways in this tiny room
    The echoes there of me and you
    The voices that are carrying this tune

    Father :
    What is it Annie?

    Daughter :
    You think I'll cry? I won't cry!
    My heart will break before I cry!
    I will go mad.

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