Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

The City Of Sin - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne
In a strange city, all alone,
Far down within the dim west —
Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines, and palaces, and towers
Are — not like any thing of ours —
Oh no! — O no! — ours never loom
To heaven with that ungodly gloom!
Time-eaten towers that tremble not!
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No holy rays from heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town,
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently —
Up thrones — up long-forgotten bowers
Of scultur'd ivy and stone flowers —
Up domes — up spires — up kingly halls —
Up fanes — up Babylon-like walls —
Up many a melancholy shrine
Whose entablatures intertwine
The mask — the viol — and the vine.

There open temples — open graves
Are on a level with the waves —
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye,
Not the gaily-jewell'd dead
Tempt the waters from their bed:
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass —
No swellings hint that winds may be
Upon a far-off happier sea:
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from the high towers of the town
Death looks gigantically down.

But lo! a stir is in the air!
The wave — there is a ripple there!
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if the turret-tops had given
A vacuum in the filmy heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow —
The very hours are breathing low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down, that town shall settle hence,
All Hades, from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence,
And Death to some more happy clime
Shall give his undivided time.


Comments about The City Of Sin by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Drtony Brahmin (8/22/2019 12:57:00 PM)

    There open temples — open graves
    Are on a level with the waves —
    But not the riches there that lie
    In each idol's diamond eye,
    Not the gaily-jewell'd dead. a very special poem - tony
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  • (5/30/2018 12:57:00 PM)

    after reading it 2 times its still gay (Report)Reply

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  • (5/30/2018 12:55:00 PM)

    its gay......................but not gay (Report)Reply

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  • Alisha Castle (12/5/2016 6:46:00 AM)

    LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne
    In a strange city, all alone,
    Far down within the dim west —
    Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
    Have gone to their eternal rest............ Guess no word can be enough for such a beautiful poetry. It's mind blowing.
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  • Tia Attwood (2/14/2016 6:01:00 AM)

    excellent poem, well enjpyed. (Report)Reply

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  • (8/27/2015 10:08:00 PM)

    ............love this....reads beautifully ★ (Report)Reply

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  • Charity Nduhiu (8/19/2015 11:53:00 PM)

    I cannot avoid reading this poem again and again. I like (Report)Reply

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  • Mark Arvizu (8/10/2015 9:14:00 AM)

    Amidst a a sea with no waves.. (Report)Reply

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  • James Mclain (8/10/2015 7:59:00 AM)

    Living in the midst of ignorance
    People
    never sold out to it.. iip
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    (10/31/2018 12:47:00 PM)

    this is so f-ing gay

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 10, 2015



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