So last year to wish all a happy All Hallow's Eve, I posted the earliest reference to a zombie in the world. So this year I thought I would post on a rather recent poem on my favorite undead creature, the vampire:
Sudden as a knife you thrust
into my sorry heart
and strong as a host of demons come,
gaudy and libertine,
to make in my corrupted mind
your bed and bedlam there;
--Beast, who bind me to you close
as convict to his chains,
as gambler to his winning streak,
as drunkard to his wine,
close as the carrion to its worms--
I curse you! Be accursed!
I begged the sword by one swift stroke
to grant me liberty;
nor did my cowardice disdain
less clear-cut remedies.
Poison and steel, as with one voice,
"You are not worthy to be free
of your enslavement, fool!
Suppose we saved you, even now,
from her supremacy--
your kisses would resuscitate
your vampire's waiting corpse!"
(Baudelaire, "The Vampire," The Flowers of Evil; trans. Richard Howard; Photo: 19th Century Engraving)