gothic poetry recs??

dearestwatson:

• Edgar Allen Poe: all of his poems
• Emily Brontë: all of her poems
• Alice Notley, Songs and Stories of the Ghouls
• Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, “Haunted Houses”: All houses wherein men have lived and died / are haunted houses.
• Dana Levin, “styx”: if you // slit your wrist you could make them speak.
• William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” “A Divine Image”: Terror the Human Form Divine 
• Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms” “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein”: What was my ravenous motive? / Why did I make you? 
• Jorge Luis Borges, “Two English Poems”:  I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the / hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you / with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat
• Frank Bidart, “The Ghost”: if I had merely made you / love me you could not have saved me.
• María Negroni, “Roosamundi”: they are bearing a / black wooden coffin and within it I, the invisible / bride
• Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”: She lives on a moor in the north. / She lives alone. / Spring opens like a blade there.
• Emily Dickinson, “[The Loneliness One Dare not Sound]″: Its caverns and its corridors / Illuminate—or seal—
• Jericho Brown, “Dear Dr. Frankenstein”: I, too, know the science of building men / Out of fragments in little light
• Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “Ariel” “Fever 103°”: I am too pure for you or anyone. / Your body / Hurts me as the world hurts God.
• Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish [I met a man who wasn’t there]”: Yesterday, upon the stair, / I met a man who wasn’t there
• Robert Lowell, “Florence“: Ah, to have known, to have loved / too many David and Judiths!
• Gregory Orr, “Gathering the Bones Together”: I was twelve when I killed him; / I felt my own bones wrench from my body.
• Paisley Rekdal, “Bats”: They flutter, shake like mystics. / They materialize.