Sunday, February 12, 2006

Ever Feel a Dead Guy Was Your Soulmate?

Alone

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.


--Edgar Allan Poe

4 Comments:

At 9:33 PM, Blogger G-Man said...

I think Poe, in his works, reflects the souls of those past and present who feel alone, isolated or just detached from the common bond that appears to spare the less complex from seeing the jaws of the great black beast who waits patiently for our inevitable arrival after the last tear has fallen and the last breath taken. Do you see the darkness? Where now do you think your soulmate dwells? In the House Of Usher?
Oh fuck, my Humpty Dumpty night light will shine tonight!

 
At 9:03 PM, Anonymous Jeni said...

Can't say I've ever felt a great connection to a dead guy...
But I did type in onehippedmother.blogspot.com and caught myself before I hit 'go.'
Maybe I'll see where it takes me...wonder what a one hipped mother looks like...
Love ya, Ms. Lori

 
At 10:13 PM, Blogger Mamacita said...

I've loved that poem for years.

 
At 11:50 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Oh, Gary, I luv ya like a fat kid luv cake. You big freak. ;-)

Hi Jeni! Good to see you, hon!

Um, what *does* a one-hipped mother look like, anyway? Ew.

Mamacita, great minds...

 

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