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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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BreOnna Schneck
(2/8/2010 8:56:00 AM) |
The title kind of gives the wrong impression. Though it does fit in some places. Sometimes that's how I feel. 'Even if someone is surrounded by people, they are alone.' is one of my favorite quotes.
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Jordan Hoeft
(1/12/2010 3:51:00 PM) |
@ Andrew Burant
Speak for yourself. I am not 'wearied' by 9 short lines of a poem. The fact that you are, coupled with the fact that you think Poe, or this work, is maladroit in any way, does nothing but show your own immaturity as a reader. Perhaps you should use works such as these to improve your own writing, instead of 'trash talking' one of the America's best and most influential writers.
P.S.- I found it almost laughable that you have that audacity to call Poe a bad poet and dreadful stylist when your works consist of acronyms and 'poems' that are nothing more than journal entries. Sorry to be so harsh but you would not be saying those things if he could rebut.
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Justin Unanue
(1/5/2010 8:47:00 PM) |
I love Edgar Allan Poe, but this is one of his worst poems. If you want the Real Edgar Allan Poe, read The Conqueror Worm.
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Justin Unanue
(1/5/2010 8:47:00 PM) |
I love Edgar Allan Poe, but this is one of his worst poems. If you want the Real Edgar Allan Poe, read The Conqueror Worm.
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Mackie Figueroa
(12/14/2009 8:24:00 PM) |
wew!
I Could feel his loneliness! : -(thanks for sharing your poem Mr. Poe.: -)
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Andrew Burant
(12/6/2009 4:42:00 PM) |
Poe is a bad poet, a poor critic, and a dreadful prose stylist in his celebrated tales. Also he is a self-pitying and metrically maladroit. His litany of 'I's and 'my's is pathetic in the content of torrent and fountain, cliff and mountain, rolling sun and flying lightning, thunder and storm and cloud. By the time Poe sees a demon in the cloud, the reader is wearied.
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Christina Gibson
(11/28/2009 6:32:00 PM) |
I can relate to that. Love this poem. :)
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Holt Louque
(11/26/2009 9:45:00 PM) |
Look at all the 'gifted' - Hemingway, London, Joplin, Warhol, etc., etc., etc. Genius, skewed - I suppose!
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Jack Williams
(10/11/2009 6:52:00 PM) |
Why is it so much easier for disturbed people to write great poetry? !
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