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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Milica Franchi
(6/14/2009 3:00:00 AM) |
This is my favorite poem of Edger. He simply explains what his childhood was like.It was lonely, with no siblings of his own, no mum, no dad.When he said' Then in my childhood, in the dawn from the most stormy life was drawn' he talks about his mother dying and his father abandoning him. In the next two verses he is saying that he still does not understand why this happened to him.
Although i admire his poetic abilities, I don't think much of him as a man, since he married 13 years old girl at the age of 35. This days we have a name for thouse people.
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Lee Crowell
(6/9/2009 2:20:00 PM) |
a very troubled man with the writing talent of a genius
if there hadn't been such a vast closet of demons in his life his subject matter of course would have been more lighthearted, and possibly a lot less interesting for us
he is a classic example of everyone else gaining something from his own misery
wish I could have known him, but then again he might not have been capable of friendship
thanks Edgar for showing us what the capabilities are
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Kevin Straw
(6/9/2009 5:45:00 AM) |
The child is father to the man - I quote from Wikipedia:
'His father abandoned their family in 1810, and his mother died a year later from consumption. Poe was then taken into the home of John Allan, a successful Scottish merchant in Richmond, Virginia. John Allan alternately spoiled and aggressively disciplined his foster son.'
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JOE POEWHIT
(6/9/2009 2:06:00 AM) |
Poe reaching into the bosom of the soul. Putting forth all the words, like clouds in a storm of life. Then the eye of the storm the demon, that he described as being alone.
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S H
(5/9/2009 6:28:00 PM) |
What is really interesting is that Edgar wasn't really a drunkard. It was a myth perpetuated by his rival journalists. They tried to discredit him because of their jealousy over his sharp wit, amazing writing ability and quick rise in journalistic importance during his time. Plus he was quite charming with the ladies and some of those ladies happen to be the other writers wives.
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Rommel Mark Marchan
(5/5/2009 3:32:00 AM) |
poe was a drunkard poet
right?
i idolized him
i can write poems so deeply out of liqour influence
where is the art then by the way
?
poe was dead already so stop pleasing him to read your poem
LOL
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Milica Franchi
(5/1/2009 6:57:00 AM) |
I agree it is a beautiful poem, but i am surprised to reed that some people haven't noticed that Edgar Allen Poe has been dead for 160 years and they want him to read their poems.
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Gregory Collins
(4/28/2009 5:35:00 AM) |
but do you think Poe would have been any good at Nintendo Weii bowling
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