Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

A Dream Within A Dream - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
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Comments about A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie 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

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  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie Samuel Ellis (2/10/2013 4:12:00 PM)

    One of my favourite poems, inspiring and interesting! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Silver Star - 4,095 Points Patricia Grantham (1/11/2013 6:07:00 AM)

    So lovely and very poetic. Excellent! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 33 Points 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie - 1 Points 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie Christian James Castro (12/27/2012 9:28:00 AM)

    edgar allan poe you're the one!
    @ Kevin Murphy wow! nice one, a future successor of Allan Poe (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Charity Duplechan (12/25/2012 1:35:00 PM)

    Wow Kevin Murphey that was a good one! Do you write poems? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Younggin Wang (12/9/2012 1:15:00 AM)

    allan poe is always blue and beatiful (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ibrahim Loul (11/24/2012 4:02:00 AM)

    While I weep while i weep! . Amazing! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shiela Marie Anunciacion (11/17/2012 4:40:00 AM)

    One of my favorite author. I always use his works for declamations and such!

    What I saw in this poem is how hurt the guy to be parted from the one he loved. His sorrow that whatever they have has now come to an end, and even if he tries to catch and keep even the smallest fragment of memory about their time together... it's as if it slowly is fading and reality is invading... that maybe, whatever they have are just but lies... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pragyan Rout (11/16/2012 9:27:00 AM)

    this man was a genius! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jessee Bennett (11/8/2012 11:37:00 AM)

    Edger allan Poe is my faverit poet. I can feel his pain when i read his poems. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,026 Points Rajnish Manga (10/20/2012 12:06:00 PM)

    EAP is a great poet who has so deftly describes the helplessness of an ordinary mortal by showing the sands slipping out of his hands. Landscape and portrait drawn through very potent words are lively and breathing. (Report) Reply










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