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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3 comments:
okay, I'll start:
we know that Edgar Allan Poe was
fascinated by the dark side of the human being and we can clearly see that here.
Another interesting point is that there is no sign of regret in the way of him explaining his loneliness. This makes you think that he believed that was what made him unique.
ok, let's look at it from another angle, can we be truly unique? the way he starts his poem, he starts telling us how he differs from "the rest", but is that true, or do we all think the same way in many aspects...in one of kundra's books(Immortality) I remeber a discussion about how there can't be a hand gesture for example unique to a person, because there are much more persons available(or have been)than possible hand gestures, so are we really unique in the way we think, or is it that we don't know who else is thinking or feeling the same way, even if you notice when an idea is born, or an invention or...suddenly you can find it in different places, with a slight time interval, or hasn't it happened to you"Oh, I was just thinking the exact same way" or"ah that's my design on the journal's cover!!!(the main essence of it of course)" I know it's scary, at least to me when I was reading Kundra's "immortality" years ago I was disappointed of not being able to be unique :). so isn't it just a sweet delusion?Don't we all wish to be different from the rest?(even when denying this?!;) )
But you ARE unique my sweet kind Baran!
I know nobody like you azize delam.
And so are all my great friends. All of them are wonderfully unique in their own way. I have to disagree with Milan Kundra.
Pezhman, you raised some good questions. But let's see if we can review this poem without knowing Edgar Allan Poe more.
I know he was troubled in life, but you can see that even here:
"And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view"
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