Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Alone - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Comments about Alone by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Writers Block (9/18/2016 7:18:00 PM)

    To be able to transcribe the words which I feel...tis the only pleasure that is truly real (Report) Reply

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  • Loppo Louie Loppo Louie (9/15/2016 6:14:00 PM)

    Classic Poe, love reading his poem, s.. (Report) Reply

  • Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/13/2016 8:36:00 AM)

    A simply amazing poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ Mizzy ........ (9/3/2016 11:47:00 AM)

    Another great dark write from a master. (Report) Reply

  • Asis Biswas Asis Biswas (9/2/2016 6:25:00 AM)

    nice poem.fantasy coming real in every step in poem.my son used to say alan poe is a great writewr. now i understand that after going through this.poem.. (Report) Reply

  • Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni (7/25/2016 8:47:00 AM)

    No more words than great poem (Report) Reply

  • Harry Irene Harry Irene (6/17/2016 4:48:00 PM)

    What imagery! This is one of the best poems I've ever read. I say goddamn! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (5/29/2016 1:09:00 AM)

    I don't believe that there is another poet past, present, or future who can use rhymes, rhythm, words, repetitions of words, to create such powerful atmosphere as Poe can. He is a master of creativity and creating emotions in his readers. (Report) Reply

  • Fonda Kerr Fonda Kerr (5/29/2016 1:02:00 AM)

    I love his poetry! You can feel his words. (Report) Reply

  • Martinel Chinanda (5/16/2016 5:01:00 AM)

    like the creativity of the rhythms (Report) Reply

  • Lisa Kern (5/10/2016 5:16:00 PM)

    This work of writing is reaches deep to my soul (Report) Reply

  • Saira Hafeez (4/16/2016 10:26:00 AM)

    nice (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (4/2/2016 10:11:00 PM)

    It is hard to know how to respond with words to such a poem and poet. I am responding - inside - unspoken. One of my favourite poets, without a doubt. (Report) Reply

  • Kelechi Evans Kelechi Evans (3/29/2016 2:58:00 PM)

    Yes poet you were really alone. What a solitary life (Report) Reply

  • Ryson Dsouza Ryson Dsouza (2/27/2016 1:53:00 AM)

    This was an experience of being alone... I also find some hidden expression.. Thanks for sharing.. (Report) Reply

  • Chanel Scott Chanel Scott (2/26/2016 2:52:00 PM)

    Edgar Allan Poe, he never fails to impress me with his mischievous, though this poem is very deep and dark. Many ways this poet is important to other poets and readers. As I wish one day, to be like him.....which is probably not going happen because he's one of a kind.: D (Report) Reply

  • Chanel Scott Chanel Scott (2/26/2016 2:49:00 PM)

    Edgar Allan Poe....a perfect poet. As I wish one day to be good as him, which will probably not happen since he's a pure (dark) genius. (Report) Reply

  • Alciel S.l (2/11/2016 9:39:00 AM)

    Very deep, i enjoyed the poem, (Report) Reply

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/5/2016 5:34:00 AM)

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.

    A full expression of human misery. (Report) Reply

  • jerry Austin (1/31/2016 5:04:00 PM)

    Edgar.... What a poem..... Loved it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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