Happy Halloween

 And I said — “What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?”
She replied — “Ulalume — Ulalume! —
’T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”
Edgar Allen Poe - Ulalume

We do not put up with tense silence -

The imperfection of souls, in the end, is upsetting!

Then the reader shows up, of course, perplexed,

And happily was welcomed; be our guest!

Oh, I know who stood here, unseen;

A fellow of nightmares reading Ulalume.

Sense - vanity and the word - just noise,

When phonetics are the handmaid of a seraph.

Of Edgar’s House of Usher the harp sang.

The lunatic sipped water, came to, went silent.

I was in the street. It whistled, the silk of autumn -

And a scarf, silk, ticklish, warmed my neck.

Osip Mandelstam, 1912