Friday, October 23, 2009


Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) wrote some deliciously eerie pieces in his time. And what better time for us to revisit his poetry than in the week leading up to Halloween? A spooky poem that discusses his childhood is a good a place as any for us to begin our spooktacular festivities! So without further ado, read and listen and let your imagination take you away...

Alone (1830) by Edgar Allan Poe

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 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.

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