The Publisher

“Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch’s brew.”   ~Anthony Hecht Academy of American Poets Chancellor (1971-1997) SOURCE :  https://www.poets.org Spookiness in poetry ..... Robert Frost Ghost House I Dwell in a lonely house I know   That vanished many a summer ago,  And left no trace but the cellar walls,  And a cellar in which the daylight falls,  And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.  O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield  The woods come back to the mowing field;  The orchard tree has grown one copse  Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;  The footpath down to the well is healed.  I dwell with a strangely aching heart  In that vanished abode there far apart  On that disused and forgotten road  That has no dust-bath now for the toad.  Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;  The whippoorwill is coming to shout  And hush and cluck