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Nov 18, 2011

Poetry: Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

Posted by Wendy Ewurum  |  at  9:36 AM

I have very little from the works of Edgar Allan Poe and its not for lack of trying. My name is on the waiting list for his books in half the bookshops in Johannesburg. I came across this poem by him which when I read it always make me wonder about and feel sad for the haunted person he must have been.

Edgar Allan Poe


         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.

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  1. That's a beautiful poem, Wendy. Thanks for sharing. And I hope you can get your hands on more of his work soon. I just love Poe. :)

  2. It's a beautiful poem but not his typical stuff. You know he was the father of the modern detective novel?

    His Murders in the Rue Morgue. *Forgive my spelling.

    To quote him,' A wind blew off the sea, chilling and killing my beautiufl Anabel Lee".

    I feel like that with poetry...the wind is blowing and the genre is dying a bit.



    To some of his poems online. Look at Annabel Lee, The Bells and his most known--The Raven.

  4. I read that one as well today Tiz and it did stike a cord. What a sad way for love to end. One that almost never even began being so young.But perhaps intuition told them to love that much because their time was short. Yes I can see the colleration between that and the life of poetry but lets hope not. All genre's seem to have their time in history. Let's home its cycle will come around soon again.

    Lovely to see you Rosie

  5. Oh and yes I'm aware that he is the one whose writings inspired the likes of the Sherlock Holmes detective type novels. I read up quite a lot on him when i was looked up Sir Conan Doyle once and he became a favourite.

  6. I got some Poe on my e-reader when I bought it. Most types come with a collection of free books these days. And you can always try Project Gutenburg:

  7. Thank you so much AJ. I'm checking it out now

  8. It's the first time I've read that and I really like it. Thank you for sharing.


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