Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 - October 7, 1849 / Boston)

I wished i could have met this man! - a truly inspiring poem.

awesome.............................................

totally loved it! ! ! ! !

Beautiful... How I wish I lived in his time.

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I live near Poe Cottage, and when I see it, well, only Poe could express my feelings.

really amazing poem

I think POE was telling us to be weary of the other side of the ocean of dreams. That sand in the hand tells us of it's waywardness.

Oh, my sweet dear Poe, you have parted from us now, but your memory, your Dream lives on. We have not forgotton your final ammends, we shall take shelter within your words, take console within your sleep, your restful slumber. The grains of sand shall not escape our grasp, yet someday, when that day comes, it must. Poe, dark and dreary Poe, we possess common grounds, I promise not to dissapoint you.

In a dream,
I saw a caged bird.
When I woke up,
you were near me
fluttering

In a dream,
I saw a caged bird.
When I woke up,
you were near me
fluttering