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Phantoms

Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay--He cannot sleep upon his hillside now

The Listeners by Walter De La Mare--And he felt in his heart their strangeness

Monsters and witches and creepy-crawlies, oh my!

Cold Blooded Creatures by Elinor Wylie--Swim staring at a night-mare doom

Her Kind by Anne Sexton--A woman like that is not a woman, quite

In the Desert by Stephen Crane--I saw a creature, naked, bestial

Scenes from a nightmare

The Coming of the Plague by Weldon Kees--A swarm of frogs, swollen and hideous

Eating Poetry by Mark Strand--I snarl at her and bark

Full Moon by Elinor Wylie--There I walked, and there I raged

The Hill by Joshua Mehigan--They wait and will be waiting

"The Human Season"

Poems for Autumn

After Apple-Picking and The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost--Two meditations on Fall in New England 

The Consent by Howard Nemerov--Is Autumn a rebellion or surrender? 

Football by Louis Jenkins--Not your standard pigskin

Immortal Autumn by Archibald MacLeish--More praise for this, "the human season"

The moon now rises to her absolute rule by Henry David Thoreau--Man cannot harvest all

November Cotton Flower by Jean Toomer--A startling bit of beauty

Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall--Preparing for winter

September 1918 by Amy Lowell--There's nothing quite like a beautiful Fall day

To A Mouse by Robert Burns--Conversing with nature

To Autumn by John Keats--The master of the ode exults in the season