Shared the following poem by Poe with a fellow creative and it touched her so much it brought tears to her eyes.
I wanted to share with her how succinctly Poe described feeling detached and separate from the world.
Its always been a favorite of mine as Poe was my first literary love and the first writer I became obsessed with. He wooed me with his words of romantic melancholy and showed me that the written word could evoke multitudes of emotions.
“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 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 Edgar Allan Poe
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