Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
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  • Rokie Nokishi (5/26/2013 11:38:00 PM)

    Brilliant. I've always loved the way this man portrayed his turmoiled thoughts within his poetry. I love it. (Report) Reply

  • Corey Day (5/14/2013 7:21:00 AM)

    This poem is kind of confusing at first, but it is also very deep. I love how it really makes you think about its meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Carlos Echeverria (5/1/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    Poe was not just a master of the macabre, but this expression of existential angst made him an artist ahead of his times. (Report) Reply

  • West Phalen (3/26/2013 7:39:00 PM)

    Another amazing poetic way of referring to the concept of a dream within a dream:

    Sueña Alonso Quijano

    El hombre se despierta de un incierto
    sueño de alfanjes y de campo llano
    y se toca la barba con la mano
    y se pregunta si está herido o muerto.
    ¿No lo perseguirán los hechiceros
    que han jurado su mal bajo la luna?
    Nada. Apenas el frío. Apenas una
    dolencia de sus años postrimeros.
    El hidalgo fue un sueño de Cervantes
    y don Quijote un sueño del hidalgo.
    El doble sueño se confunde y algo
    está pasando que pasó mucho antes.
    Quijano duerme y sueña. Una batalla:
    los mares de Lepanto y la metralla.

    Jorge Luis Borges (La rosa profunda) . (Report) Reply

  • West Phalen (3/26/2013 7:01:00 PM)

    Edgar Allan Poe

    Pompas del mármol, negra anatomía
    que ultrajan los gusanos sepulcrales,
    del triunfo de la muerte los glaciales
    símbolos congregó. No los temía.

    Temía la sombra, la amorosa,
    las comunes venturas de la gente;
    no lo cegó el metal resplandeciente
    ni el mármol sepulcral sino la rosa.

    Como del otro lado del espejo
    se entregó solitario a su complejo
    destino de inventor de pesadillas.

    Quizá, del otro lado de la muerte,
    siga erigiendo solitario y fuerte
    espléndidas y atroces maravillas.

    Jorge Luis Borges (El otro, el mismo) . (Report) Reply

  • Hesham Zayet (1/30/2013 1:20:00 AM)

    i made some music to that very deep poem cos it touched me deep within... anybody wanna hear it and tell me what they think? my e-mail is (heshz@yahoo.com) if anybody wanna interact (Report) Reply

  • Hesham Zayet (1/30/2013 1:16:00 AM)

    i made some music to that very deep poem cos it touched me deep within... anybody wanna hear it and tell me what they think? my e-mail is (heshz@yahoo.com) if anybody wanna interact (Report) Reply

  • Meli D. (1/26/2013 8:48:00 PM)

    He can't stop time (the sands of the ocean are the sands of time, in a way that time itself is like the ocean - eternal) . The beginning is the ending of a moment (he kisses someone on the brow, perhaps his lover) , a moment he can't take back. It's both sad and true, though, but it's eloquently worded with metaphors rather than similes. There is also a refrain (Is all we see or seem / but a dream within a dream?) that is a statement at first and a question in the end. Reality has its moments where it is but a dream, but perhaps life is a dream, too (a collection of moments / dreams) .

    Life is only temporary. (Report) Reply

  • Alyssa Rose (1/6/2013 12:06:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favorite poets. He inspired me to begin writing poems. This is one of my favorite poems by him. (Report) Reply

  • Aritra Chatterjee (1/4/2013 11:54:00 AM)

    @tiju martin...hi! i cannot ensure the authenticity of the explanation, but still i am going for it...hopefully it'll help you as much as it would to me.
    the preceding lines talk about the situation being a smaller dream in the huge canvas of life which itself is a dream. so in your extracted portion, the poet inquires, if the hope is lost or dismantled then is it gone forever...in other words, if the mere loss of a hope would leave us hopeless forever. (Report) Reply

  • Alex Roth (1/3/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    Mr. Martin, hope flying away describes the poet's dreams of peace and happiness decreasing with each passing day because he can't travel back in time. Also, this quatrain describes to the reader how memories fade from the mind. (Report) Reply

  • Tiju Martin (1/3/2013 6:21:00 AM)

    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?

    can any help me in understanding the above? (Report) Reply

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