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Hallowe'en in a Suburb

  • Type: Poem

Hallowe'en in a Suburb is a 1926 poem by Horror fiction author, H P Lovecraft. - AsNotedIn

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Y/M/D Association Description Place Locale Food Event
1926/03/00 H P Lovecraft Author H P Lovecraft's poem "Hallowe'en in a Suburb" is originally published as "In A Suburb" in The National Amateur.

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Particulars for Hallowe'en in a Suburb:
Narrative Arts Fiction prose literature, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people
Holiday Halloween October 31st, people dress up as monsters and other characters, children ask for candy by saying 'Trick or Treat', popular party day for adults
Art Type Poem writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is typically rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme and stanzaic structure.

Original Language: English

Hallowe'en in a Suburb


Hallowe'en in a Suburb
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset's gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro' the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow'r
Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn'd,
For the hounds of Time to rend.


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