Poe Speaks

Monday, February 6th, 2006 • No Comments on Poe Speaks

I’m so tired and all I want to do is sleep.  It’s been my experience that this kind of exhaustion is a sign of depression.  Not surprisingly, I’m enjoying Poe’s darkness these days—it matches my own bleak soul.  Not to worry, I’ll snap out of it.  Poe, however, is forever entombed in his mournful melancholy.

A Dream

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?

—Edgar Allen Poe (1827)

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