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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
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Ricardo Fuenmayor
(1/4/2010 3:32:00 PM) |
Each moment of your life is a dream, dreamt by the 'other' you, the Observer. We 'think' we live this life, yet, for our souls it is just a dream. A dream within a dream. It is God dreaming a dream. One day, when you have crossed the tunnel and have disposed of all your heavy clothing (your body) , you will realize this Truth: each fleeting moment (the golden grains) cannot be recovered. Even if you wanted, you cannot save or preserve even a minute of your time. Once a minute is gone (can I not save one from the pitiless wave) it is not recoverable. Thus, Carpe diem. Live each minute, each second of your life, intensively, with all your heart and soul. Live each moment as if it were your last moment. The moment of Power is Now. Be happy. Live intensively. We all are ONE. Be at peace.
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Joyce Maddain
(12/28/2009 4:15:00 PM) |
i believe he is maybe but just expressing his confusion and thought after maybe being told his ambitions are to high, like the sand in the second stansa he says, ' he weeps' for the sand as it flows into the sea and he is unable to stop it, but istn't that just a feeling of not being able to do enough, to enough people, as they fall to the wayside with no hope, and you are helplesss to help, all you can do is watch?
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William Achim
(10/26/2009 7:33:00 PM) |
i guess the golden sand is describing poe's lost loves, (mother, foster mother, virginia)
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Heather Owens
(10/4/2009 1:02:00 AM) |
After I read it, I wanted to cry. No matter how hard you try, you can not hold onto the sand. Reality just slips away, and you are left wondering if it was just a dream within a dream.
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Herman Chiu
(8/28/2009 5:30:00 PM) |
This is a real masterpiece - one of Poe's very best. However, I would personally not be saddened at the loss of the sand. The second stanza has too strong a take for me. The first stanza is absolutely wonderful.
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Joe Bagassed
(7/29/2009 2:28:00 AM) |
what is it supposed to mean
I need to do an analysis of it?
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Dylan Oppedahl
(7/7/2009 9:59:00 PM) |
the part about the sand is perfect. it shows you can never seem to save a single grain
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Adam Parker
(6/19/2009 4:44:00 PM) |
I see it more of life as the dream he's describing. That life is like a dream in so many ways, that it can be seen, and experienced like one.
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