Poe

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

Because its seems many dont take the time to go out and read a book every now and then. I've decided to put it out there for you. Enrich your lifes just that much more.

A Dream within a Dream

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 pitless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[charlee]

I do. I put much thought into the meaning of being, and the wonders of reality.

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

True, the trick though is to not over think it or the magic gets lost in logic that cant be proven or something like that.

[charlee]

Agreed. I've come to except that there are countless things that I nor any human will ever know.

Also the Idea that our universe is merely an atom in some other universe seems to stick with me. But as stated, I wont know, so i wont stress about it.

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

Yea or that everyone knows thier own corner of the world, So I dont have to know everything, cause its out there somewhere, someone knows. And I'm happy with everything I have, hoping everyone is at some point happy with thier corner of the world too.

[charlee]

Good words spoken itsy... Well err... written. The reason behind my thinking is that you figure without technology we wouldn't know of these microscopic atoms that make up every bit of everything, then there are things like the sun that are just gigantic. so maybe when i step on the ground i kill like 7987654321845 universes, then again maybe we're just waiting to get stepped on....

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

My thoughts are "we're all gone die, so does it really matter if we were right or wrong. Nope matters that we lived, and at least tried to be right to ourselves."

[charlee]

Once again i agree. A valiant perspective indeed.

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

To One in Paradise

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, stary Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"-but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirt hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er
No more-no more-no more-
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where they grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

[JohnLennonII]

Simply mesmerizing.
Poe is beautiful.
I think you two are spot on when you say that these things shouldn't be overthought.
It boggles my feeble attempts at logic when we talk about "a starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast!"
Itsy, you are so spot on.

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

Its also a crazy if you think bout how back in the day only so many words probably rhymes with each other the most so that probably steared the majority of the poems out there in general directions and they arent that random and beautifal but jusst all that came out of the filter in that time of the world.

[ItsAPoorlyKeptSecret]

True!- nervous- very, very dreadfully nervouse I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses- not destroyed- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearng acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily- how camly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture- pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees- very gradually- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.




How can anyone not like the story tha follows, Loves it.

[hdeuce]

Poe was an absolutely insane genius. But what is insane? Insane could be one with no grasp of reality. However couldn't it also be one who grasps reality more firmly than the rest of us, and thus because of his deep understanding of that which cannot make sense we view them as insane?