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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
The Raven (1845)
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Edgar Allan Poe inspired poetry.
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
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?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
A Dream Within a Dream (1849)
Edgar Allan Poe
Sad poetry with happy outcomes.
Sad all the songs she loved to sing;
And in her face was strangely set
Some great inherited regret.
Some look in all things made her sigh,
Yea! sad to her the morning sky:
'So sad! so sad its beauty seems' -
I hear her say it still in dreams.
But when the day grew grey and old,
And rising stars shone strange and cold,
Then only in her face I saw
A mystic glee, a joyous awe.
Spirit of Sadness, in the spheres
Is there an end of mortal tears?
Or is there still in those great eyes
That look of lonely hills and skies?
Richard Le Gallienne, 1918
A Collection of Poetry for Beautifully Broken Souls from international poets..
Kurt Newton is the author of nine collections of poetry. His dark verse has appeared in the pages of Weird Tales, Strange Horizons, Dreams and Nightmares, Spectral Realms and Cosmic Horror Monthly, and in the anthologies Untimely Frost, Death’s Garden, Darkling’s Beasts and Brews, Putrescent Poems, Burning Love & Bleeding Hearts, Infected, and Trickster’s Treats 4.
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 lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry 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 roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d 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—
A Valentine (1875)
Edgar Allen Poe
Poetry for Beautifully Broken Souls.