Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

A Dream Within A Dream - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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


Comments about A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Arcely Talicuad (12/15/2014 12:06:00 AM)

    in my own generalization, sometimes in life, people tend to seek and keep things that are beyond possibility. they call it a dream. these dreams are, more often than not, triggered by the things people had been through, or sometimes it would just be manifestations of what they feel towards life. Moreover, in order for them to at least suffice their hunger for happiness, they tend to dream things, even if they are aware of the fact that it is way too far from reality. Yet, they hope till this hope fades away, then the only choice left is to ask themselves whether to keep going or just say goodbye to these desires and consider them a dream within a dream. (Report) Reply

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  • Audrey Malloy (11/14/2014 9:38:00 AM)

    I don't think the sand stands for time in the sense of the day by day but by the sum of our time on earth. We try to grab it and hold it but it slips through our fingers nonetheless. How many times have you said, it seems like only yesterday. Think about how Poe lost his mother, then his stepmother, then Virginia. A deep sadness not just for the loss of the people he loved, but a deep sadness for the fleeting moment he was given with each. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/31/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    This earth is itself a dream and we dream so dreaming within the dream thus making earth a Pilgrim why because poet has many to ask with Lord- 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? how beautifully asked... (Report) Reply

  • Chris Howie (10/11/2014 8:56:00 PM)

    A poem about dreams, delivered in Poe's classic stylings. The tone, the voice, and the meter itself is quite easy to read, and there is a relateble sympathy in the way he, as we all try to, control and grasp each day as it passes, yet find that time marches onward. One of Poe's best, and that's saying something. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu Mark Arvizu (10/4/2014 3:40:00 PM)

    Bravo! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Wenzdae W (8/28/2014 6:44:00 AM)

    he means each grain of sand is literally each day of your life (Report) Reply

  • Primrose Tee Primrose Tee (7/2/2014 2:20:00 PM)

    Well writen ,nyc poem (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/3/2014 7:56:00 PM)

    ............truly this is a brilliant write....and one of my favourite poems....love reading this one... (Report) Reply

  • Eric Sawyer (5/21/2014 9:05:00 AM)

    I disagree about the golden sand. I don't believe it represents time. I feel that the golden sand is everything good and positive. Also I have thought that the golden sand could be about women (or men) too. (Report) Reply

    Wenzdae W (8/28/2014 6:46:00 AM)

    he means each grain is one day of your life

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/14/2014 2:56:00 AM)

    A good poem from the great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    I love the way he talks about time with the golden sand. The sand can represent time and how it slips through his fingers no matter how hard he tries to hold onto it. Very nice and rich poem. (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus Michelle Claus (5/1/2014 11:14:00 AM)

    At the close of the first stanza, Poe declares that this is a dream within a dream. At the end pf the second stanza, he begs the question, Is this a dream within a dream? We each wrestle with the nature of existence, time, and how to reconcile our inevitable end. This poem has universal appeal. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (5/1/2014 10:32:00 AM)

    As always loved reading this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Francis Lynch Francis Lynch (5/1/2014 6:37:00 AM)

    Poets. Decades ahead of their time. (Report) Reply

  • Agboyi Felix Agboyi Felix (5/1/2014 2:09:00 AM)

    How few! yet how thy creep....a powerful line. (Report) Reply

  • Ebi Robert Ebi Robert (4/30/2014 9:23:00 AM)

    nice poem for sure.......................... (Report) Reply

  • Nancy Oyula Nancy Oyula (4/29/2014 1:55:00 AM)

    well written, i like (Report) Reply

  • Nathan Coppedge Nathan Coppedge (4/28/2014 12:09:00 PM)

    I recommend my profile for some competition to Poe. Sublime poems without the pangs of sadness, mixtures of the urban and the sublime. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani Brian Jani (4/28/2014 2:44:00 AM)

    So full of essence, I like it (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (4/27/2014 12:40:00 AM)

    ......thinking of all of those yesterdays....now they only feel like a dream...life is truly a mystery...an amazing poem.. (Report) Reply










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