Knocking
on the moonlit door;
And
his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of
the forest's ferny floor;
And
a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above
the Traveller's head:
And
he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is
there anybody there?’ he said.
But
no one descended to the Traveller;
No
head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned
over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where
he stood perplexed and still.”—Walter de la Mare, from “The Listeners” (1912)
The
English poet, short-story writer, novelist and anthologist Walter de la Mare was born in London on this date in 1873. As a youngster, I
encountered much of his work in anthologies of children’s verse, which didn’t
impress me at the time. But “The Listeners” makes me wonder if, perhaps, I
should widen my reading of his work.
This
poem, one that Thomas Hardy particularly admired, has some of the same haunting
quality as Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”—and, like Poe, many of de la Mare’s
short stories have a supernatural element. Many of these are ghost stories,
with some of the best compared to those of Henry James.
(The image accompanying this post is a
cropped version of a 1924 photograph by Lady Ottoline Morrell, now hanging in
London’s National Portrait Gallery.)
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