A sense of something moving to and fro....
Have you ever been sitting at home, when all of a sudden the hairs on the back of your neck start to rise and you have the uncomfortable sensation that you are not alone? That creepy, crawly sensation of being watched—the tingling fear that if you turn around you will see someone who doesn’t belong in your house, or even in this century? It’s especially easy to feel this way if you are reading a scary book (think Edgar Allen Poe, Washington Irving, Mary Shelly, Shirley Jackson, and Stephen King), or perhaps dabbling in the darker verses of a poet. While Longfellow is usually remembered for his well-known poems like The Children’s Hour, The Song of Hiawatha, Psalm of Life and Paul Revere’s Ride, he also wrote darker poems like the one below. He never fully recovered from the death of his beloved wife, Fanny Appleton, and perhaps she was the 'harmless phantom' that glided through his halls.
To add to the ‘spirit’ of the day (pun definitely intended!) here is a great photo from artist Mikel Robinson…I don’t think I would want to walk down this hallway and around the corner of this room, would you?
|photo by Mikel Robinson|
|Longfellow's writing desk...is there a stranger at his fireside?|