Where Once Poe Walked Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, Arched high above a hidden world of yore. Round all the scene a light of memory plays, And dead leaves whisper of departed days, Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. Lonely and sad, a specter glides along Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; No common glance discerns him, though his song Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. Only the few who sorcery’s secret know, Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe. H.P. LovecraftSource: AllDayPoetry

In honor of National Poetry Month and this wonderful time of year, we offer up this beautifully dark poem. Who doesn’t like a little darkness with the light? Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay\ To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot on my neck as I observeThe spikes of the crocus.The smell of the earth is good.It is apparent that there is no death.But what does that signify?Not only under ground are the brains of menEaten by maggots.Life in itselfIs nothing,An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,AprilComes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. Source: PoetryFoundation.org

Half of my family is Irish – the Martin’s – so I thought I’d post some Irish poems and blessings today. “St. Patrick was a gentlemanWho through strategy and stealthDrove all the snakes from IrelandHere’s a drinkee to his health!But not too many drinkeesLest we lose ourselves and then…Forget the good St. PatrickAnd see them snakes again!” Quoted by Quotes Hunger “I’ll wear a four-leaf shamrockIn my coat, the glad day throughFor my father and mother are IrishAnd I am Irish too!” Mary Carolyn Davies A famous blessing we all know. “May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind be always at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face;the rains fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.” Author unknown “May you always have work for your hands to do.May your pockets hold always a…