Imitation Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Imitation

Rating: 3.3


A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ronald James De Langen 09 December 2011

Such a sad story must have been Poe's life... I feel...

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Cory Calder 20 May 2008

inspirational to say the very least.

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Natasha Foster 01 April 2013

Edgar Allan Poe is my biggest inspiration. He was/is, in my opinion, the greatest poet/author ever.

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* Sunprincess * 09 September 2015

.......wonderfully penned and so true, as adults our childhood is as a dream ★

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 November 2016

I say that dream was fraught With a wild and waking thought Of beings that have been, Which my spirit hath not seen, Nice imitation.... I remember the song IMITATION OF LIFE popularized by REM, ......

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Ratnakar Mandlik 30 November 2016

A thoughtfully conceived soliloquy presented in a marvelous style. Thanks for sharing it here.

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R Soos 30 November 2016

Love this: Let none of earth inherit that vision of my spirit. Brilliant artistic contradiction =: -)

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Richard Wlodarski 30 November 2016

Although he is associated with the dark realms of the mind, he has shed so much light on the brilliance of the creative mind. One the greatest poets and writers of all time! A great source of inspiration for me!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 November 2016

Those thoughts I would control, As a spell upon his soul: ... nice presentation. Congratulation for this beautiful poem as the poem of the day.

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Indira Renganathan 30 November 2016

A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; ............................................... I care not though it perish With a thought I then did cherish....a sad poem....beautiful is the way it has been presented by the poet...touching poem

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