Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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.

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.

what is it supposed to mean
I need to do an analysis of it?

master's piece...it is

the part about the sand is perfect. it shows you can never seem to save a single grain

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.

This is a true masterpiece.

grammar & punctuation is not correct and 'the' is 'thy' form what I recall from 5th grade. I recited this in front of an audience of my classmates, it was a big hit! As an author, I keep myself busy attempting Poe's greatness in poetry. Of course, that's impossible to attain.

Poe, the master, what a great poem it flows smoothly and is a pleasure to read.also read my A Zephyr is Blowing you'll like it.

POE, captured the illusiveness of a dream in the sand analogy. How dreams are like whispers of a breeze, blowing against our being. They seem to have a reality but only tickle our fancy of desires in their fulfillments.