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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
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Lauren Conrad (5/6/2008 6:25:00 PM)
Poe is the greatest... |
Michael Pruchnicki (5/1/2008 12:43:00 PM)
Like sands in the hour glass!
What a poem and what profound feeling!
Like high school kids sitting stunned after an overload of sucrose!
Poe lost his child bride in 1847, and subsequently died himself of exhaustion
brought on by bouts of heavy drinking in October 1849, at the age of forty.
Poe influenced the French poet Charles Baudelaire, and others including
Mallarme, Valery, and Rimbaud, as well as the symbolist school in France.
Poe has been recognized as not only a poet, but as a critic and short story
writer.
Let some of his over-wrought admirers (agony of losing again and again?)
on this site read his literary output in genres other than poetry. Poe was
more than the adolescent in love with himself that they applaud! |
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