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.
He admires the distant fire like Star than the cold low light Moon near! He is strange and peculiar and unique in thoughts and writings and so, he stands apart from others even today! His experiences in life made him to be so!
Everything gives a somewhat dark and gloomy feeling. I don't think Edgar Allan Poe, with his perspective of looking things, could have led a very happy life. His poems are excellent but dark and dreadful to think of... especially in nightmares!
Poe had a thing with the macabre things of life. Bringing coldness to burning stars and the far lost away feelings of life. Looking at the darker side of the spectrum of things in perspective.
Not only interesting, but deservedly so. No cast-in-rock, died in the wool, changeless rule ethics should be applied to any art form. They only set needless boundaries to restrict creativity by sidetracking the mind's own path of freedom. To judge anyones work by these rules is therefore not worth the pot it's been pissed in. Read/Look/Feel for yourself and make your own choice; Like it, love it, loathe it or just appreciate the effort. By the way, Poe rocks! (My boat)
It's interesting to note that this revered classic poet also writes poetry in which the rhyme and rhythm schemes are not consistent throughout the work. I believe I begin to see light (even moonlight!) .