Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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Evening Star


'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Savita Tyagi (4/3/2014 5:59:00 PM)

    Its a lovely poem. Reading a poem I felt the poet had gone beyond the days of egoistic pride when one wants to possess the most valuable objects. Instead he find peace in humility by connecting with small and ordinary. It is a strong metaphor for how people find the charm of power diminishing while enjoying simple things. (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus (4/3/2014 2:19:00 PM)

    I really like this poem. I sense the kinship Poe felt with the distant star. The moon is too near, too obvious, too attainable, too cliche. The poet reaches for something beyond, something more mysterious. I identify. (Report) Reply

  • Sixtus Osim (4/3/2014 11:47:00 AM)

    The lines of this poem are just tight and well woven like a mat; each line runs into the other, simply, without faltering.
    Quite a wonderful piece. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2014 7:45:00 AM)

    a shroud, A fleecy cloud, lovely metaphor poem over all stole coldness from the fire, Moon the Queen and rest all slave........moon shines bright in compare to other shining orbs owing less distance from the sight intimacy of closeness lovely my salutation to the poet EAP thank you poem hunter you made the haven for heavens (Report) Reply

  • Podge Nachofold (4/3/2013 4:26:00 PM)

    Hey guys, really loved this poem. It was as if it had taken me to another place. Kia kaha. Ka kete (Report) Reply

  • Aldrich Suarez (4/3/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan was a very mysterious poet and even his death, .. I think he inserted to this poem his feelings cause by many illness that he has. and gave his last cry at the stars and time to join them. (Report) Reply

  • Danjosh Zeus (4/4/2012 3:14:00 AM)

    sorry for my 1st comment. HONESTLY, IT IS A VERY COOL POEM! very soft and soothing lines....very relaxing and fantastic....i like each of the lines and as a whole.it is a great job! (Report) Reply

  • Adnan Khalifeh (4/3/2010 8:07:00 PM)

    I gazed awhile
    On her cold smile;
    Too cold- too cold for me-
    ……………
    And I turned away to thee,
    Proud Evening Star,
    ………………
    And more I admire
    Thy distant fire,
    Than that colder, lowly light.
    ------
    Oh, yes. Whenever you got the feeling that you are alone and the moon is reflecting a miserable lowy cold light on you, that time you start dreaming to chase the far stars until you be burned by its fire.
    I like the poet way of re-evaluating his situation and setting his new target for his new long journey. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (4/3/2010 7:08:00 AM)

    He admires the distant fire like Star than the cold low light Moon near! He is strange and peculiar and unique in thoughts and writings and so, he stands apart from others even today! His experiences in life made him to be so! (Report) Reply

  • Jasmine Allen (4/3/2009 10:29:00 PM)

    its clear that his life has been hard and he really gives it great detail as to comparing it to a summer night. i like it (Report) Reply

  • Han Bin Kim (4/3/2009 7:47:00 PM)

    Everything gives a somewhat dark and gloomy feeling. I don't think Edgar Allan Poe, with his perspective of looking things, could have led a very happy life. His poems are excellent but dark and dreadful to think of... especially in nightmares! (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Poewhit (4/3/2009 9:19:00 AM)

    Poe had a thing with the macabre things of life. Bringing coldness to burning stars and the far lost away feelings of life. Looking at the darker side of the spectrum of things in perspective. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (4/3/2008 12:45:00 PM)

    A good poem indeed - keep in mind that is a rhymed and metered
    poem typical of nineteenth century American poetry, not as some
    seem to think, an outburst of 21st century emotion!

    Relax and enjoy an excellent poem - for its time! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (4/3/2008 11:37:00 AM)

    I turned to thee proud evening star - yes, i always seek the warmth of Poe, and this is one of them; lifts me up and keeps me up (Report) Reply

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