From sj's recommendation:
Acquainted with the Night
by: Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
That was my favorite poem when I was a kid!
Did you know that the Waterboys set it to music?
What's on the non-fiction list?
Piercing the Darkness, Katherine Ramsland
In Search of Dracula: The History of Dracula and Vampires, Radu Florescu
Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead, J. Gordon Melton
Vampyres: Lord Byron to Count Dracula
V is for Vampire: The A-Z Guide to Everything Undead, David J. Skal
NO! Do you have it?
I do. I'll post it to Buffistarawk tonight.
Oh dear. The Poe entry should be "Alone."
I'd also suggest Donne's "A Nocturnal on St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day."
How about a poem that starts:
Love is a deep and a dark and a lonely
Lucia di Lammermoor.
Yeah, that opera. Madness, murder, all the good stuff.
I have trouble reading Chelsea Quinn Yarbro anymore, the grim sections disturb me more than they used to.
Alone
Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Practically a primer for a teen goth journal entry.
