I recently posted pics of some abandoned buildings -- one of our favorite topics in our plog (poetry blog). That post and others can be found HERE (the link includes this post, so when it opens, scroll down to see the older posts).
The buildings pictured below -- like those in our older posts -- possess a haunting and nostalgic allure. However, the first two slide shows of the abadoned motel called to mind Emily Dickinson's poem "'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates" (below on the left). Of course, all the pics within this post evoke our other selection, "The distance that the dead have gone" (below on the right).
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By Emily Dickinson (excerpt):
'Tis so appalling – it exhilarates –
So over Horror, it half Captivates –
The Soul stares after it, secure –
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more –
To scan a Ghost, is faint –
But grappling, conquers it –
How easy, Torment, now –
Suspense kept sawing so –
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By Emily Dickinson:
The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear –
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
And then, that we have followed them,
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.
Below: As in my recent post, I have also included some pictures of old signs.
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