It's Halloween and I'm posting one of my favorite poems of the season, by Louise Glück, who was recently awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, called "All Hallows."
The poem evokes an uncanny/eerie edge to the beauty of the mid-autumn night.
For me, Halloween or All Hallow's Eve, rides the balance between the beauty of a spiritual ritual and an eerie ghost-ridden chaos.
All Hallow's and All Hallow's Eve, was first established in the Catholic Calendar in Europe in the 9th Century.
This is the night before All Saint's Day or All Soul's Day, when all saints - known and unknown - are celebrated, honored.
The current North American Halloween celebration is possibly related to a merging of both All Saint's Day Eve (with vigil and fasting) and Samhain (a Celtic festival feast marking the beginning of winter), where it was believed that on this night the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead become very thin.
Here's the poem. From Glück's book "The House on Marshland."
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
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