Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Poe's Annual Visitor A No-Show

Y'all know how much I LOVE Edgar Allan Poe.

For the past 61 years a mysterious visitor has visited his grave-site with wine and flowers.

This year he didn't show.

I found this a charming , incredibly sweet tribute to an author I have incredible respect for.

I hope he shows up next year. After all if he completely stops I can never go and wait for him like I had wanted to after reading a book in Potsdam about the people who wait for him...

Perhaps I should do an online tribute for him? whaddaya think? here's my fav poem by the man....

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 loved 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.

1 comment:

threecollie said...

I too was saddened by the failure of the tradition...and I always love your wonderful quotes!