Thursday, 14 December 2017


Possibly the weirdest, most macabre, spookiest of poems ever written. Composed by William Hughes Mearns, an American teacher born 1875, died 1965. "Antigonish" realises in its fourteen lines the essence of a ghost. The way a spectre seems to be there at the top of the stair but when you look again, it's gone. Each time one looks for that which was only a short time seen the image has faded.

"As I was going up the stair

I met 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...

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...

Russell Cuts the Corn From The Brewers Whiskers.

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