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Posted by Phil on April 13, 2002, at 10:21:32
Alone
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, of 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.~~~~~~~~~
Edgar Allen Poe
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.(read a 100 books on depression and you will be a pretty educated person to speak to about the subject. or, you could read the 4 lines above and really know.) How can anyone put so few words together and speak volumnes?
Posted by IsoM on April 13, 2002, at 13:45:38
In reply to Never read this. An incredible poem by Poe., posted by Phil on April 13, 2002, at 10:21:32
Some of Poe's poetry is beautiful - evoking painfully sad imagery. I've never thought of him as a macabre writer.
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