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Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
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Topic of this poem: dream

# 10 poem on top 500 Poems

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  • Rookie - 119 Points Valentin Savin (4/6/2014 1:03:00 AM)

    A nice, touching, sad and tragic poem.
    Our life is just a dream within a dream,
    that lasts but only a moment. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Damo Geka (3/8/2014 12:41:00 PM)

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  • Rookie Cain Orozco (2/24/2014 7:41:00 PM)

    i really love this poem about how he could not save his wife from the 'pitiless wave' of death (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lasoaphia Quxazs (1/7/2014 4:34:00 PM)

    Nobody can save the other, we can only show our example and if they want to take it, it is good. We cannot play god. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Jide Pounds (11/27/2013 2:14:00 AM)

    Dnt quit understand what this poet is saying. But his choice of word is great (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Elena Lempp (11/26/2013 5:33:00 AM)

    An enchanting poem about death and parting, but also life itself.
    How right Poe is when he says All that we see os seem is but a dream within a dream.
    There is no end to the depth of its philosophical meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Udoh Etido (11/14/2013 6:17:00 AM)

    I love dis poem. It reminds of harsh conditions i have been in life....i am a poet too...http: //poemhunter.com/udoh-etido (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aisha Baranowska (10/23/2013 3:42:00 AM)

    Ingenious... Poe is my favourite author forever. Not only a true genius, but also, an unhappy creature who suffered his entire lifetime and died still young - and in very tragic and mysterious circumstances, and he was misinterpreted and attacked even after his death... He was poor and lonely, and all his life was a great tragedy - in some way his personality and his biography are very close to my own reality and I really love his writings, too. This one in particular, along with some other poems and tales of his. Although I generally like all his poetry and prose. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alaa Hussain (10/12/2013 7:21:00 PM)

    (Days) apologized to me a friend and
    said, I've missed the old days very
    simple words routine life fixed
    principles do not budge the rest of the
    time to renew and promised era and
    tender (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 90 Points Liliana ~el (10/3/2013 6:16:00 PM)

    A depth, beauty and truth! Evoking emotion, memories, touch. A great questioning and reflection on our lives and its course.

    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;

    So true! Beautiful and powerful speaking my story.
    In trying to grasp control and understanding, we are often pulled into tense struggles and frustrations. Those which we conquer and succeed lead to our enlightenment and wisdom meanwhile inability to cope destroys us. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Siamoon Shah (9/21/2013 10:48:00 PM)

    Fab...i'm a fan of the last 2 lines...a tale which reflects man's helplessness and mortality. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Zeng Han Jun (9/21/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    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?

    I love these phrases and how they call out to me. The things/ people that I hold so dear, will eventually pass away just like how the sand passes through his hands. If only I can hold them tight to me forever, but I myself will also come to pass. All will be gone as time passes, and it will be just like a dream within a dream. (Report) Reply

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