Are you one of those people who puts a poorly carved pumpkin in the porch and calls it “Halloween decorations,” or do you go for broke – fake blood, body parts, ghosts and witches lynched in the oak that dominates your front yard? If you’re of the second guild, then here’s an idea for you – large cardboard tombstones with the epitaphs of dead writers.
Virginia Woolf
“Death is the enemy. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding o Death! The waves broke on the shore.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
“Steel true, Blade straight.”
John Keats
“This Grave
contains all that was Mortal,
of a
Young English Poet,
Who,
on his Death Bed, in the
Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies,
Desired
these Words to be engraven
on his Tomb Stone:
Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water.”
Robert Frost
“I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.”
Emily Dickinson
“Called back.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Dorothy Parker
“Excuse my dust.”
Sylvia Plath
“Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted.”
Oscar Wilde
“And alien tears will fill for him
Pity’s long broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.”
William Shakespeare
“Good Friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here:
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
John Keats
contains all that was Mortal,
of a
Young English Poet,
Who,
on his Death Bed, in the
Bitterness of his Heart,
at the Malicious Power of his Enemies,
Desired
these Words to be engraven
on his Tomb Stone:
Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water.”
Robert Frost
Emily Dickinson
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Dorothy Parker
Sylvia Plath
Oscar Wilde
Pity’s long broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.”
William Shakespeare
To dig the dust enclosed here:
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.”