Friday Poem: Edgar Allan Poe - Alone
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As of January 19th, it is Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday! Poe is one of America's most famous and widely known poets, with the majority of his poems being more sinister and gloomy than many dare to be. One of his lesser know poems, 'Alone', does not stray from this rule.
This poem, although very morose, has quite a deep meaning with the perspective of an adult looking back on his childhood. This poem was verified as his own after his death in 1875, but written in 1830 when he was just 21 years old.
This poem was inspired by the troubles Poe was inflicted in 1829, from the tragic loss of his mother, career troubles, and more family issues. Throughout the poem we see how Poe always felt alone and different as a child. This is not always a bad thing, considering how successful Poe was, but it also relatable, with everyone experiencing loneliness and the feeling of being different sometime in their lives.
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 passed 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.