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ALL SOULS’ NIGHT, 1917
—Hortense King Flexner (1885-1973)
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
(from Clouds and Cobblestones, 1920)
—Hortense King Flexner (1885-1973)
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
(from Clouds and Cobblestones, 1920)
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—Medusa
For more about Hortense, see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hortense_Flexner/.
To read this poem by candlelight, go to theyearofhalloween.com/2014/05/21/all-souls-night-1917-by-hortense-king-flexner/, and then go to theyearofhalloween.com/category/art-inspiration/poetry-and-prose for some related poems, all courtesy of Eva Halloween.
For more about Hortense, see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hortense_Flexner/.
To read this poem by candlelight, go to theyearofhalloween.com/2014/05/21/all-souls-night-1917-by-hortense-king-flexner/, and then go to theyearofhalloween.com/category/art-inspiration/poetry-and-prose for some related poems, all courtesy of Eva Halloween.