How to regress tonight, the Halloween night? In modern flourishing cities, crowds, industries, and techniques, would people become disconnected from the past?
Halloween originally emerged in the British Isles, where the late fall was gray and gloomy. Would it start a dead season? Would it begin the season of loss – of birds, flowers, leaves, and the warmth of the sun?
When the world is covered with dark gray, would Earth freeze to death as November comes?
Madison J. Cawein’s poem “The Wood Water” (1905) may help us to develop a regression plot tonight, a Halloween night.
THE WOOD WATER
(Madison J. Cawein)
An evil, stealthy water, dark as hate,
Sunk from the light of day,
‘Thwart which is hung a ruined water-gate,
Creeps on its stagnant way.
Moss and the spawny duckweed, dim as air,
And green as copperas,
Choke its dull current; and, like hideous hair,
Tangles of twisted grass.
Above it sinister trees,—as crouched and gaunt
As huddled Terror,—lean;
Guarding some secret in that nightmare haunt,
Some horror they have seen.
Something the sunset points at from afar,
Spearing the sullen wood
And hag-gray water with a single bar
Of flame as red as blood.
Something the stars, conspiring with the moon,
Shall look on, and remain
Frozen with fear; staring as in a swoon,
Striving to flee in vain.
Something the wisp that, wandering in the night,
Above the ghastly stream,
Haply shall find; and, filled with frantic fright,
Light with its ghostly gleam.
Something that lies there, under weed and ooze,
With wide and awful eyes
And matted hair, and limbs the waters bruise,
That strives, yet can not rise.
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