Last night I saw The Haunting in Connecticut, and I skipped from the theater, delighted that one of the characters had quoted poetry! How serendipitous for the first day of National Poetry Month! It also just so happened to be a poem that one of my own characters recently quoted to another character as they approached a dark stairwell in a bookstore.
Here is the poem in its entirety, though it’s usual to hear the first verse by itself:
Antigonish by Hughes Mearns.
As I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today.
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.
((The other poem in the movie is a folk rhyme, author unknown, and there are multiple versions of it (read more here). Near as I can remember, the version in the movie goes like this:
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot one another,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and killed the two dead boys.))
and yet more Creepy poetry
Thanks for stopping by! Leave me a comment and let me know why you decided to look up this poem after seeing the movie.
6 responses so far ↓
Jessie // April 12, 2009 at 5:10 pm |
thank you i been looking for it
Maddox // June 27, 2009 at 7:31 am |
I know it’s a little creepy but I like the poems. Esp the 2nd one.
farsong // July 1, 2009 at 5:32 pm |
Thanks for the comments! It’s funny, but I have gotten more hits on this post than any of my others.
sunnysblue // July 14, 2009 at 9:15 pm |
I saw a man who wasn’t there: I was actually trying to find the history of the house the movie was based on whenI stumbled upon your blog. I do enjoy all poetry since I discovered Edger Allan Poe at a very early age. Twisted but Great
farsong // July 16, 2009 at 7:19 pm |
Ahhh, Poe! The funnest thing to do with Poe is to read him aloud. Such lines as, “While I nodded, nearly napping,” and “Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee,” not to mention, “Of the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells” melt in your mouth like chocolate!
Zuri // August 27, 2009 at 9:41 pm |
I love this poem ! It’s so dark . . .