
Men sing of poets who leave their sheets
For the sighing dew to cool their brain,
But I have tramped through the silent streets,
Through tides of the midnight rain.
What was it drew me from my room
Into the rain and the night,
To the empty echoed pavements
And the street lamp’s guttering light?
Rather the night breeze in my face
And the night rain in my hair,
Than the cold of a phantom ridden place
And the Thing that waited there.
Robert E. Howard, “Shadows of Dreams”
REH knew about horror and he wrote of it often in his poetry. His images were strong – a Thing that waits in a darkened room from “Shadows of Dreams” or in his poem, “All Hallows Eve,” a leprous Shape that howls “blasphemies to a red hag-moon.”
Now anthropoid and leprous shadows lope
Down black colossal corridors of Night
And through the cypress roots blind fingers grope
In stagnant pools where burns a witches’ light.
Gaunt, scaly horrors of an Elder World
Squat on a lone bare hill in grisly ring,
Howling blasphemies to a red hag-moon;
And where a serpent round an oak has curled,
And midnight shudders to a hell-born tune,
A nameless, godless shape sits slavering.
Gibbering madness slinks among the trees;
Deep in black woods a monstrous idol nods,
And rising from the nameless Outer Seas
Come spectres of age-forgotten gods.
Who in the blind, black infancy of earth
Gripped howling men in their misshapen paws,
And ground, with ghastly glee and obscene mirth,
Nude, writhing shapes between their brutish jaws.
Although “nude, writhing shapes” are not allowed, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, goblins and demons are de rigueur for American Halloween celebrations. The creepier and scarier, the better. Homes are decorated with skeletons, spiders, eerie lights, webs, dark passages. Candles in carved pumpkins reflect grinning smiles and pointed teeth. Dracula, Frankenstein and orcs guard the doors. In the background wolves howl and the screams of the undead echo through the yard waiting for brave trick or treaters. Small children approach warily. Their bunny and princess costumes belie the fear in their wide eyes. They receive their treat and exit holding even tighter to mom or dad’s hand.
But not all the world shares our American Halloween traditions. In Celtic lands, Halloween was always considered to be the time when the Walls Between Worlds were at their weakest. It is a night of magic. The dead might come back, for good or ill, and the living might catch a glimpse of the past or future. In the old days, in Ireland, a place was always left for the departed at the table on All Hallow’s Eve, just in case an ancestor or friend cared to come back for that one night. Robert E. Howard wrote of his Irish grandmother and the dark tales she told him. It seems likely she also mentioned the traditions of All Hallow’s Eve. Other cultures around the world share traditions with Ireland. In Austria, it is traditional to leave bread, water and a lighted lamp on that night to welcome the departed souls back to earth. Some cultures believe that midnight on All Hallows Eve is the magicial time when the veil between the world of the living and the dead gets thinner.
In Howard’s world these veils were very thin. In fact, journeys through these elusive portals to and from another world are a common theme in his poetry. In his world, it is possible for both the human and the inhuman to make the journey for whatever reasons.
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