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You're a poet and you don't even know it



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.


Man kan inte annat än ÄLSKA "Alone" av Edgar Allan Poe. Tror att den här dikten finns nerklottrad i alla mina anteckningsblock från gymnasiet. Bra skit Edgar, bra skit. Tack!
2010-10-13 @ 11:46:44 Blogginlägg Permalink


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Postat av: Johannes

Yey, Alone! /approve

Bara inte jag som är överpretto ibland!



Är ett större fan av Annabel Lee dock, berättar en historia lite mer... och självklart är The Raven nice, men den är så mainstream :P

2010-10-13 @ 12:31:51
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