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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
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  • Taylor Kilgour (2/21/2014 4:06:00 PM)

    Let's face it, 'Alone' is one of the greatest, most powerful, deep and meaningful poems of all time.

    37 person liked.
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  • Valentin Savin (2/21/2014 1:25:00 AM)

    I love the poem so much, because it reminds me of my own childhood. My father left my mother when I was six y.o. and I was brought by stepmother. I can't say she was bad. She was just alien to me. I did'nt wish to call her mother and was bitten by my father. There were three of us children. Myself, my sister and my stepbrother. I was always guilty if anything went wrong with us children and was always to blame. I was sort of introvert and different from others. I felt myself alone and abandoned. So much for that. The thing is I've translated the poem into my own toungue - Russian. And I hope that my countrymen will be able to understand and appreciate Poe's poems.

  • T. Drex (1/23/2014 3:51:00 AM)

    This one really strikes a chord with me.

  • Aka Poetess (1/17/2014 3:59:00 PM)

    I can relate....Beautiful

  • Ed Nigma (1/9/2014 1:15:00 AM)

    And the cloud that took the form of a demon in my view, (When the rest of heaven was blue) . When I read this I get the feeling the color blue is the shade a person turns when they have died. Double meaning being the color of sky. A cloud taking form of a demon to me seems like the creator isn't visible in his present situation hence why heaven was blue (dead) and all he sees is evil being manifested as the cloud transforms into a demon so to speak. I like those few lines a lot.

  • * Sunprincess * (1/6/2014 9:39:00 PM)

    .......this poem causes me to wonder if he was an only child...
    it is a poem of childhood wonder and mystery
    ~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: ~

  • Alam Saj M.n (11/9/2013 4:52:00 AM)

    really awsome poem..... I wonder where from u get such wonderful THEMES for poems... GREAT..

  • Aisha Baranowska (10/23/2013 3:49:00 AM)

    This is a true masterpiece...! How beautiful...! I always have this particular poem in my mind, very present in my daily struggles with life and reality, when the lonely hours fleeting to me seem eternity - and I meditate the pointlessness of things... I am full of admiration for Poe's genius and for the inmense beauty of these lines, as they speak to my heart - they express my own feelings and perceptions, and my own personality. It is as if I was reading about myself... I love it! I truly love it...

  • Shahzia Batool (10/17/2013 1:44:00 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.
    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.

    the best one...Edgar Allan Poe... my best one!

  • Terrance Tracy (10/13/2013 5:57:00 AM)

    I know the world that Poe was trapped in.
    Unlike Poe I found a way out of the darkness of futility.
    I saw the light that put my demons to flight,
    Poe seems to have been content with the dark world of emotion.

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