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Alone

Friday, June 25th, 2010

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 —

By Edge Allen Poe

A Dream Within a Dream

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Silence

Friday, September 18th, 2009
There are qualities--some incorporate thing
  That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
  From matter and light, evinced is solid and shade.
There is a twofold Silence--sea and shore --
  Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
  Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless; his name's "No More."
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
  No power hath he of evil in himself;
But Should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
  Bring thee to meet this shadow (nameless elf,
That haulteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man), command thyself to God!

by Edger Allen Poe