Monday, December 1, 2008


ALONE

by

Edgar Allan Poe

1830


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.

5 comments:

Maithri said...

Hauntingly beautiful and so appropriate for world AIDS day.

Hope you are well my friend,

Know how appreciated you are by so many,

With love, M

The Wanderers' Daughter said...

Love that.
And I adore that photo you put up as your header. Can you remind me where you found that? I think you sent me a link once...

M.Kate said...

Beautiful poem. Love the heading..reminded me so much of our local 'wayang kulit' or shadow play..an art which is hardly seen nowadays.

rochambeau said...

Dear Yoli,
Thank you for posting this about AIDS.
It's important to remember and hard to believe it's been 20 years!!!
Like your new Musings banner!
xox
Constance
Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving friend!

robinbird said...

i had to read this twice. so much in here to think about and feel. i love how you prompt me to think, to feel with your thoughtful posts. the photos is just perfection with the poem and the day.

xo to you my yoli