Τρίτη, 5 Ιουνίου 2012

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 that 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. 

 
                                                             Edgar Allan Poe
                                                                                    Selected Writings             
                                                                                    Edited by Edward Davidson



                   

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