Lemony Snicket scares the pants off of us

[bloomers]

dailyfig.figment.com/2012/03/14/exclusive-lemony-snicket-scares-the-pants-off-us/

I found this via Google. Sorry if this is in the wrong section.

Here is the poem:

I was lonely at the station. It was a lonely sort of day.
I was waiting for a train to come and take me far away.
I was dressed for a girl¡¯s funeral, in black from head to toe.
I¡¯d stood there in the cemetery. Now it was time to go.
A handkerchief was in my pocket, damp from when I¡¯d cried.
The girl was in my grade at school, too young to have died.

All at once a shadow fell across where I stood to wait.
I had an urge to turn and run but it was far too late.
She simply stood and looked at me, but uttered not a sound.
I stared back. It was the girl we¡¯d just put in the ground.




Thoughts?

[Dante]

This is exactly the place, and thank you very much for posting it! I wasn't familiar with this poem at all. It's at once quite like Snicket, and quite not - it has that gloomy melancholy about it, but ghosts are quite out of Snicket's usual way. He's good at it, though.

[B.]

Wow, that was quite different from his usual style....in fact, I don't think I've ever read any poetry by Snicket/Handler. Thanks for posting!

[csc]

Very nice! I quite enjoyed it

[Groge]

Haha its pretty good! Its kinda Snickety but doesn't really have the humour. Its a bit more serious I think.

[Dante]

After reading this, I want to read a full ghost novel by Snicket.

[thedoctororwell]

Utterly useless, but I might as well put it there : a french translation.

J'étais seul à la gare - on est seul ces jours-là.
J'étais heureux qu'un train m'emmène loin de là.
J'étais de noir vétu en l'honneur d'une femme.
J'étais prêt à partir - ailleurs était son âme.
Le mouchoir en ma poche était mouillé de larmes ;
Trop jeune ! Et de mon âge, elle avait rendu l'arme...

Fondit soudain une ombre où je m'étais tenu.
J'aurais du dégarpir, mais il était trop tard.
Silencieuse, immobile ! Et avec un retard,
Je la dévisageais - elle était revenue.

On my Snicket-blog : danielhandler.canalblog.com/archives/2012/03/18/23787628.html

[csc]

thedoctororwell: I was reading your blog with my poor knowledge of the French language and I think you are truly a terrific writer (should have figured this out because of your poem). Congratulations on your fantastic skills and I hope you have a bright future using them.

[Christmas Chief]

Had I not commented on this? Apparently not. Thanks a bunch for posting this, bloomers, anyway. The rhyming bounce of the poem coupled with its dark nature gives it a timeless feel, something I often associate with Snicket.