Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Evening Star - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
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Comments about Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie - 442 Points Nancy Oyula (8/25/2015 3:48:00 AM)

    If I could have read the title on another platform, I could have figured Kenny Rogers (country music artiste) was the subject.
    Poe's poems have a way of getting in me. I love this one. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,395 Points Edgar Stevens (8/3/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    it has a lot of meaning for sure....dream.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 59,955 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/19/2015 2:48:00 AM)

    Genius craftsmanship in absolute rhymsical form! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 323 Points Mary Jean Lyn Ollado (1/10/2015 9:50:00 PM)

    This poem's very deep. It takes me to the other dimension. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,351 Points Mark Arvizu (10/23/2014 5:32:00 PM)

    Tales me places that I want to go (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Paul Akinrinde (8/27/2014 5:35:00 PM)

    beautyful (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,244 Points Primrose Tee (7/2/2014 2:28:00 PM)

    Twinkle twinkle little star,shine on forever (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/14/2014 4:47:00 PM)

    Edgar This is an interesting piece of poetry keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,888 Points Savita Tyagi (4/3/2014 5:59:00 PM)

    Its a lovely poem. Reading a poem I felt the poet had gone beyond the days of egoistic pride when one wants to possess the most valuable objects. Instead he find peace in humility by connecting with small and ordinary. It is a strong metaphor for how people find the charm of power diminishing while enjoying simple things. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,118 Points Michelle Claus (4/3/2014 2:19:00 PM)

    I really like this poem. I sense the kinship Poe felt with the distant star. The moon is too near, too obvious, too attainable, too cliche. The poet reaches for something beyond, something more mysterious. I identify. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sixtus Osim (4/3/2014 11:47:00 AM)

    The lines of this poem are just tight and well woven like a mat; each line runs into the other, simply, without faltering.
    Quite a wonderful piece. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2014 7:45:00 AM)

    a shroud, A fleecy cloud, lovely metaphor poem over all stole coldness from the fire, Moon the Queen and rest all slave........moon shines bright in compare to other shining orbs owing less distance from the sight intimacy of closeness lovely my salutation to the poet EAP thank you poem hunter you made the haven for heavens (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,219 Points Babatunde Aremu (4/3/2014 4:18:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem from the sage! I never thought of the star emitting 'fire'. Great imagery! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (11/19/2013 10:45:00 PM)

    this is one of his best :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie T.j. Kitchen (6/1/2013 12:53:00 PM)

    Excellent. The evening star a hero. Great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Podge Nachofold (4/3/2013 4:26:00 PM)

    Hey guys, really loved this poem. It was as if it had taken me to another place. Kia kaha. Ka kete (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 23 Points Aldrich Suarez (4/3/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan was a very mysterious poet and even his death, .. I think he inserted to this poem his feelings cause by many illness that he has. and gave his last cry at the stars and time to join them. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Danjosh Zeus (4/4/2012 3:14:00 AM)

    sorry for my 1st comment. HONESTLY, IT IS A VERY COOL POEM! very soft and soothing lines....very relaxing and fantastic....i like each of the lines and as a whole.it is a great job! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,437 Points Manonton Dalan (4/3/2011 7:29:00 AM)

    maybe he feels his time is coming to join cool distant light. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Adnan Khalifeh (4/3/2010 8:07:00 PM)

    I gazed awhile
    On her cold smile;
    Too cold- too cold for me-
    And I turned away to thee,
    Proud Evening Star,
    And more I admire
    Thy distant fire,
    Than that colder, lowly light.
    Oh, yes. Whenever you got the feeling that you are alone and the moon is reflecting a miserable lowy cold light on you, that time you start dreaming to chase the far stars until you be burned by its fire.
    I like the poet way of re-evaluating his situation and setting his new target for his new long journey. (Report) Reply

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