“A Dream within a Dream”.

Poe has always written words that spoke directly to my heart, creepy as he was…

 

 Take this kiss upon the brow!

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?

God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

EA Poe

(1809 – 1849)

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” – John Keats.


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“The Public – a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.”

“What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.”

“There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify – so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.”

“Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.”

It never fails to amaze me, when I read Keats (a young man who died an agonizing death in an unfamiliar and foreign land) and am totally able to relate to his sentiments…