Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Alone with Edgar Allan Poe

Remembering the poetry of a young Edgar Allan Poe on his birthday.

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 which 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


Alone was written in the spring of 1829 by a 20-year-old Edgar Allan Poe. It would remain unpublished in his lifetime, first appearing in print in 1875. It can be found in the section, Poems Written in Youth in Edgar Allan Poe — Complete Tales and Poems.

Today, on Edgar Allan Poe's birthday, we look back at his early poetry — exemplified in Alone — and see his path going forward.