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“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