Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
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.....truly a master of dark poetry, a most excellent write ★
AWESOME! pPoe stands head & shoulders above all dark side Poets...and arguably ALL POETS period! ~FjR~
This is one of my favorite poems of Poe. Beautiful, yet haunting; simple, yet harrowing.
................a masterpiece with poe's signature stamped all over it.....superb...
To Lilith: I have a book of his short stories and poems, too! Isn't he the most amazing author? ! He's my #1 favorite of them all.
Poe is a genius. Have a book of almost all of his poems!
Poe actually did achieve a fair amount of accolades during his lifetime. Unlike some other poets, the most accurate reviews of his work were recorded during his existence. History has deemed Poe as king of the damned and as long as we adhere to that formula he will never find peace… if you believe in that sort of thing ?
I have always admired how Poe takes direct command of color and light in his poems. Although often cast as dark and grey, when he bursts in with red it really sets my mind for the strangeness about to come...
Edgar Allan Poe in my opinion is the greatest of all American poets. Greater by far that Walt Whitman. My proof is this, everybody can recite several of Poe's poems. The only one's tat I know people can recite of Whitman is Oh Captain My Captain.Whitman though a great orator and writer wrote poems that are so forgettable. Poe was in a class all his own. The way he used words is unmatched by any other poet on Earth.
i was just little kid when my father passed away; that first night was full of thoughts where did he go, a place we know little about. maybe he will come back from those distant hill so quiet or maybe will come back like breeze to kiss my face...but never did. my sadness went away in few days.
It is a very well written poem with good rhythm. A true master.
POE, brings a real perspective of GOD, the universe and the minute size of a dew drop.Capturing the mortal clay of our selfs, in the vastness of GODS heaven
A released spirit after death doesn't mean to be the liberated soul.....it's only the spirit fresh with the dead's still alive thoughts or emotions from which the soul is to depart once for all for next birth after a destined period....and that is the mystery of mysteries....the poet has depicted it beautifully....
what type of poem is this?