a very troubled man with the writing talent of a genius
if there hadn't been such a vast closet of demons in his life his subject matter of course would have been more lighthearted, and possibly a lot less interesting for us
he is a classic example of everyone else gaining something from his own misery
wish I could have known him, but then again he might not have been capable of friendship
thanks Edgar for showing us what the capabilities are
The child is father to the man - I quote from Wikipedia:
'His father abandoned their family in 1810, and his mother died a year later from consumption. Poe was then taken into the home of John Allan, a successful Scottish merchant in Richmond, Virginia. John Allan alternately spoiled and aggressively disciplined his foster son.'
What is really interesting is that Edgar wasn't really a drunkard. It was a myth perpetuated by his rival journalists. They tried to discredit him because of their jealousy over his sharp wit, amazing writing ability and quick rise in journalistic importance during his time. Plus he was quite charming with the ladies and some of those ladies happen to be the other writers wives.
'A demon in my view'
This poem is beautiful, and haunting. Surely Poe's feelings of indifference were not so severe that 'all (he) loved, (he) loved alone'?
I read this poem at my high school graduation to a great reception. Apparently more people comprehend this lonliness than I thought.
love this poem as it expresses my feelings this very moment. brilliant piece from Poe once again as he always amazes me with his words, his poems, and his emotions. I applaud his works as it comes so effortlessly from his mind to his pen to the poem he produced. Bravo Poe!
a wonderful poem written by a wonderful and well missed poet.
i thank my 7th grade Honors English teacher for introducing Poe's work to me. went and saw a few of his works as plays. Love his work. :)
i love this poem.. i remember when i first read it i was 12 i think? im not sure but i never quite understood what it meant but now it is probably one of my favorite poems.. its quite a dark poem but it is written so beautifully. i have recently done a 1000 word analysis on it for school. for me near the end of the poem its almost like he feels mocked like how the sky may be blue and everything around him is going on normal but he still feels isolated and alone.. im just ratteling off thoughts so this probably doesnt make much sense..
I really liked this poem, so wise in the world of yourself, where there is no one else and no one else matters. I have felt loneliness and can feel the words you write, this is a great poem, thank you.
An American poet, critic, and short story writer. Poe produced an enormous and influential body of work before he died at the age of forty, exhausted by a bout of heavy drinking. All the comments posted here touch on his poetry and the topic of loneliness which he treats in ALONE, with an occasional reference to his morbid nature and the madness that drove him.
Poe saw what others could not see, he asserts, and goes on to suggest in brief 'the dawn of a most stormy life' that was drawn from every depth of good and ill'. Where others saw blue skies overhead (both literally and figuratively) Poe had a vision of the demonic! His poems and stories sought to invoke an inward view of our twisted and complicated psychic life. He shunned the techniques of the realists of the 19th century literary scene who portrayed nature and life objectively and ignored the inner life.
Note that his most ardent fans and imitators have been, by and large, French. Writers such as Charles Baudelaire (FLOWERS OF EVIL) and Arthur Rimbaud (THE DRUNKEN BOAT) carried his tales of hallucination into the 20th century.