How could I forget Anna Akhmatova:
last toast
here’s to the ruin of this house
to the villainies we do
to our coupled severance
here’s to you
to the lies lips issue forth
to the cold weather of your eyes
to the world’s being dumb and coarse
to the god who let us die
How could I forget Anna Akhmatova:
Russians know how to bring the bleak.
There's about a hundred poems in here, so I'm not going to list it all. Some examples are, "One Night" by Umberto Saba, "Night of Hell" by Arthur Rimbaud, "Ballad of One Doomed to Die" by Frederico Garcia Lorca, and "The Cross of Snow" by Longfellow.
Russians know how to bring the bleak.
I do think she is bleak more than goth. But she has some great dark love poems. None of which I can find online.
Rimbaud! Of course!
Another by Anna:
Wild honey has the scent of freedom,
dust--of a ray of sun,
a girl's mouth--of a violet,
and gold--has no perfume.
Watery--the mignonette,
and like an apple--love,
but we have found out forever
that blood smells only of blood.
Just reading the setup for Lucia di Lammermoor sounds goth as all get out:
's why I recommended it. I might not *be* goth, but I know it when I see it.
In this vein (so to speak) I grabbed some vampire books at a big book sale ($2 for hardcovers! .50 for paperbacks!) - The Vampire of New York by ... someone-or-other Hunt and the first of the Danny Valentine books. Also one called The Vampire and the Cowboy (seriously - how could I resist?).
Now I want to go home, sit in a shady spot in my back yard, and re-read vampire books.
Also - isn't there an opera of The Fall of the House of Usher?
Whoa, wacky synchronicity. Lucia di Lammermoore just opened in San Francisco yesterday.
I do seem to recall a House of Usher Opera, now that you mention it, Todd.