Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Alone

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 

 Photo by Bean.

6 comments:

Jay's Shadow said...

Great poem.

Great pic.

girl6 said...

i have been to the Poe house several times & bean's pic, Truly captures the vibe i felt, when i stood in Virginia's bedroom.., i Don't think i have ever quite felt that feeling again, either Before or After my visit.

people try to paint Poe as this gloomy & doomy kinda guy..after speaking to different researchers, i have learned, he was quite the Opposite..&..i think that Proof is is validated in such a poem as this one..Only a person who has experienced both sides of the coin, would be privy to such knowledge.

girl6 said...

Ohhhh & the vibe there is real love, Not perfect, but the Real stuff.

Amy said...

Great photo, but you forgot the " Bean is cool" tag ;)



Off topic - have you seen the trailer for the flick "We Are What We Are"? Some cool visuals..you may dig.

Amy said...

http://www.firstshowing.net/2013/chilling-trailer-for-jim-mickles-horror-remake-we-are-what-we-are/


Save ya a trip.

Rot said...

Dang..can't view stuff like that at work.
I'll check it out later. Thanks!