Poetry of Thought

It’s POEtry Time!

Why hello there! Welcome back to another blog post of Poetry of Thought. If you follow my posts regularly or just pay attention to things at all (I certainly don’t), then you would notice that I did not post last week! Ahhh! I wanted to apologize about that. You see I could tell you some sob story about how I’m so busy and had no time to write, blah blah blah, but that just isn’t true. In all honesty, I had nothing to write. And here on Poetry of Thought, were concerned about quality not quantity, first and foremost! Basically, if I have nothing worthwhile to say (meaning write) then I shall not do it. On to the poetry then!

Todays poem happens to be one of my favorite poems, by my favorite author/poet of all time. It is none other than Edgar Allan Poe. Poe is my favorite for so many reasons, a couple of which I’ll share. No doubt anyone who has gone to ninth grade is familiar with such works as Annabel Lee and The Raven, both of which are amazing. But Poe has so many other fascinating works as well, which often go unread. Poe was basically the original Emo Sad Boy™ of his time, which is both hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time if you think about it. He experienced more than enough darkness and melancholy in his life time, losing basically every female he ever loved, to death. In addition to this, he was awful at coping with all of it and turned to alcohol and the written word to numb himself.

Now you’re probably wondering why on earth I enjoy the work of such a person, so before I lose you, give me a chance to explain. No one ever said he was a good role model (really what artist is?) but he was amazing at what he did. Poe wrote the things he himself felt and experienced and saw, he created his own mind-world, and as soon as you begin reading, you’re sucked into it. Because of his childhood and the things he went through, he had this incredible understanding of loneliness and loss that just penetrates the pages. Not in a bad way, but in a relatable way. We’ve all felt lonely at times, and none of us are immune to losing people in our lives. And one of my favorite things he often does in his writing is this ongoing struggle for sanity, or what seems to be sanity. He constantly questioned reality as we all see it, and he always pushed the boundaries of his own sanity.

Today’s poem is a little example of that. Here it is, A Dream Within A Dream:

A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 – 1849

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?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

And there you have it guys, one of my favorite works by Edgar Allan Poe. What did you guys think? Do you see his struggle for sanity? Comment your thoughts and feels!

Making all my wardrobe black after reading that,

Kaela Castro

Poetry of Thought

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