Thursday, November 12, 2015

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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
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Edgar Allan Poe
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lol 16 June 2021

this is very smelly

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hiya123 26 March 2018

itsa lovely poem. so sad and bittersweet

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Errol Robinson 28 February 2018

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Malcolm MacDonald 24 January 2018

From reading this poem I gathered the author is in search of his beloved who has passed on and residing in a crypt or vault in a haunted place where the spirits of the dead reside So it's a place that the living should not venture but he's guided by the nebulous light of a crescent moon and a star in the heart of constellation Leo obviously it is night and he feels lost in the dark but a spirit Gide app

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Jacob Ramirez 22 January 2018

Are all of his poems depressing?

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Kanyon Harris 05 April 2018

Yes he had something wrong with him that made them all this way.

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Raimi Stranger 12 June 2020

" Life is but a dream within a dream, " , , if you could but understand Love is the revealing of our now-Quantum-Physically-proven Creator, this he understood befor Physics proved we are virtual reality in many virtual reality uiverses, , ,

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* Sunprincess * 03 January 2016

.........nicely penned and so poetic, a frightening tale ★

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Spock The Vegan 12 November 2015

Strange poem - even for Poe. I'm glad I didn't fall in love with my own soul. Maybe this is one he wrote in jail when drunk.

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