
A poetic exploration of the nighttime world and its inhabitants, including the "night-washers" themselves - a mysterious group of beings who roam the shadows, cleaning and maintaining the world's dark corners. Through their work, they imbue the night with a sense of order and purpose, reminding us that even in the darkest moments, there is always something to be done, always something to be cleaned.
By Bliss Carman · First published 1896 · Genre: Poetry, Mystery, Fantasy · 499 words
Whe-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! / We are the brothers of ghouls, and who / In the name of the Crooked Saints are you?
We are the washers of shrouds wherein / The lovers of beauty who sainted sin / Sleep till the Judgment Day begin.
poetry · night · washing · water · moon · shadows · mystery · symbolism · nature · season · autumn · death
The Night-Washers is listed on Textopian as a poem by Bliss Carman, dated 1896 CE.
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