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The shrilling of a troubled soul,
That wanders till the dawn hath cross'd
The dolorous dark, or Earth hath wound
Closer her storm-spredd cloak, and thrust
The baleful phantoms underground.
Even archaic language like "kens" and "unhouseld" contributes to the atmosphere of troubling, half-suppressed unconscious forces. (Bridges was born 12 years before Sigmund Freud.) This poem converts fairly conventional Halloween-show images of fearfulness into a portrait of what may be the most frightening spectacle of all: ourselves. ¿
(Robert Bridges's poem "Low Barometer" can be found in the book "Poetry and Prose." Clarendon. Copyright 1955.)
Robert Pinsky's new book of poetry is "Gulf Music."
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