| | Seraph! thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea -
Some ocean vexed as it may be
With storms; but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
For 'mid the earnest cares and woes
That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas, where grows
Not even one lonely rose!)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee; and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
Edgar Allan Poe
The reason I chose this poem, other than it being short, is because it is a softer look at this, otherwise dark, poet. Edgar Allan Poe normally writes short stories that captures the imagination while it rips out your soul and tears it to pieces. This poem shows more of a longing for the lost. It gives a small description of the hard, unforgiving life that Poe had. It does this without drawing attention to to the hardships. It focuses more on the longing and not pains. |
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Matt, you express yourself so beautifully when you want to. Nice work; it raised your grade 10 points.
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