Wednesday, April 02, 2008

My fav poem Poe's 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 lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry 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 roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd 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 —


Anonymous said...

I like it :-) I don't understand the second half at all though...

Breezey375 said...

It's Poe you're not supposed to understand it. I read it in the front of an Amelia Atwater-Rhodes book.

Anonymous said...

Lol, that's ok then.