If these dark poems have whet your appetite for the brooding side of life, you can also read these poems about death or some of these dark books. The one in which you learned to be afraid TJ Jarrett, “Of Late, I Have Been Thinking about Despair” Emily Fragos, “The Sadness of Clothes” Li-Young Lee, “A Hymn to Childhood” Without the steadiness of our long unhappiness? Anne Sexton, “The Truth the Dead Know” And when our cityīurned, we stood in the ashes, and admired each other’sīodies. Sending up flares to announce our advance.
Like we fought, slugging our way toward each other, I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that. Of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour. Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind… Kahlil Gibran, “On Pain” Danez Smith, “The Bullet Was a Girl” Naomi Shihab Nye, “All the Names We Will Not Know”īefore dawn, trembling in air down to the old river,ĭelicate still in its softness, rustling raiment So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous napeįrom the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead Khalil Gibran, “Joy and Sorrow Chapter VIII” Henrik Nordbrandt, “At the Gate” Vanessa Angélica Villarreal, “Corpse Flower” Frank Bidart, “Queer” Thylias Moss, “Spilled Sugar”įor a wind he felt from hallway to kitchen, We will come back to earth some fragrant night,Īnd take these lanes to find the sea, and bendingīreathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.īecause she loved it? Sarya Abra, “Test” Leobogang Mashile, “ Love is Elastic” Vijay Seshadri, “Enlightenment” Rumi, “A Great Wagon” Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, Ignorance wills something imagined which it believes exists. Yeats – who, as well as writing political poems about the situation in Ireland, also wrote about the Celtic Twilight and had a long-standing interest in the occult and supernatural, as his ‘Supernatural Songs’ demonstrate.Dusty or kept Dunya Mikhail, “Bag of Bones” Reginald Dwayne Betts, “For the City That Nearly Broke Me” Louise Glück, “ The Myth of Innocence”īut ignorance cannot will knowledge. Perhaps no list of classic poems about magic and the supernatural would be complete without something from W. Coleridge was the great-grand-niece of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Is she a depiction of the much-shunned Victorian ‘fallen woman’? She has the power to make the fire die in the grate, so she seems to possess some otherworldly power or aura. So begins this Victorian poem which offers us an ambiguous ‘witch’ as its (initial) speaker: she appears to be some sort of outcast, making a journey to visit a man, perhaps her beloved. Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door! Always when I run there’s a mantra inside my head.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, I am running through moonlit woods, with branches tearing at my clothes and my feet catching in the snow-bowed bracken. I have walked a great while over the snow, And this poem, by one of America’s finest poets of the nineteenth century, was supposedly written about the enchanting poetry of the British poet, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Of course, poetry can itself enchant, as the deep-rooted connection between religious ritual and incantation demonstrates. Emily Dickinson, ‘ I Think I Was Enchanted’. It’s a mysterious poem in which the fairies are at once endearing and twee and menacing: the speaker tells us that ‘Is any man so daring / As dig them up in spite, / He shall find their sharpest thorns / In his bed at night …’Ĩ.
IN THE DARK DARK WOODS POEM FULL
This poem may well have had its origins in Poe’s own troubled life, his battle with alcoholism, and his bouts of depression, and is thus an example of how the supernatural often functions as a symbol for a poet’s inner demons.Īllingham was an Irish poet, and this is his most famous poem, chock full of supernatural elements.
This is a haunted palace because, whilst it is beautiful, it is also inhabited by ‘evil things, in robes of sorrow’ which ‘assailed the monarch’s high estate’. The palace of this poem is a palace of the mind, found in ‘the monarch Thought’s dominion’.
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