I’ve had this curious obsession with Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Well, I’ve been a poetry fan since the age of 12 when I found that the lyrics could flow in your head like music dancing through your mind. And one day, I found Poe and everything made sense. He used his his pen with such knife-like precision, that to this day cuts into me. I often thought, if I could only be like Poe, if I could only take a walk in his mind. That was when I thought I would one day find myself a great writer, never thought popular or well-known but great. I even named my daughter after one of his well known poems.
I woke early this morning, that’s usual even for a Saturday unfortunately, and immediately turned on the laptop to see what I missed in the couple of hours I slumbered but as I stood at the espresso machine waiting for my fuel, my antique poem books peculiarly caught my eye and I pulled them off the shelf. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that I did! It’s bringing peace into my life to sit here drinking coffee and reading my first crush’s writings. These antiques are so old I feel guilty every time I turn the pages but there is something about the old books that draws me and and keeps me stimulated. It’s good to read a book every now and then, those of us that live online are losing touch with this, well, at least I am.Though, if Poe had lived in this day, I’m sure he’s have been a blogger!
This one in particular is sticking to me today. It truly dances. I’m *crushed*
To One in Paradise
Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”- but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o’er!
“No more- no more- no more-”
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
Been a while since I’ve read Poe, but he will forever hold a special place in my personality. Reading him at a young age can be quite a sculpting event I believe.
Always nice to find others who like him (found you on grader.twitter.com btw)
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