Alone Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Alone Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story, and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. Below is Alone Poem by Edgar Allan Poe, which is one of his finest works.

Recommended Book:- Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems

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.

Recommended Book:- Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems

See Also:- Eulalie Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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    1. Since his childhood he has been unlike others, His upbringing—his emotions—did not develop in a typical family setting, he was alone most of the time, a melancholy child. It is about not relating to other people.

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      1. I completely agree, but I also think it can be read as a poem about depression; when you feel isolated and alone it’s hard to imagine that you ever felt differently. I think he captures the subjectivity of memory perfectly (like in ‘The Raven’ when the speaker can’t imagine ever being free from grief at his loss).

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  1. I love this poem, my favourite lines are the last two ,for me it sums it up, when the rest heaven was blue, Of a demon in my view. I have appropriated this poem into two artworks For me it is very potent.

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  2. I have always felt rather sad for Poe because you can feel the melancholy of his soul in almost everything written and if you know the details of his life, the melancholy is certainly understandable. I had never read this poem before, however, and whereas I always thought a lot of his melancholy was due to his circumstances as a grownup, it is obvious that his challenges began a long, long time before then. Thanks for sharing this!

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  3. Always wonderful to have a chance to read Poe. Thanks for sharing. An amazing poem about how our childhood experiences shape us into the adults we become.

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  4. Edgar is so amazing, this reminds me of the Tim Burton quote:
    “When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things and not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of a society or where you have to fulfil social relationships”
    Btw respect for your photo :3

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  5. I do enjoy Poe in his wisdom and insanity, which are really one and the same.

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  6. I felt a little like crying, reading that. I have an inkling of what he felt. I think all misfits and loners can relate on some level, especially those sensitive souls redisposed toward melancholy. That last line is exquisite: “Of a demon in my view.” It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful, it’s wonderful, perfectly capturing the way he was haunted by his own darkness – and who is to say that demons, at least in the metaphorical sense, such as the anguish that comes from being constantly aware of the ephemeral nature of life, do not exist?

    Perhaps some people are just a little better at spotting them.

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