Some Poe[try]

Lately, I have been crashing a few hours before the sun pulls away night's blanket... Why? Because I cannot savor literature unless I am burnt-out, strung-out and craving for substance. Thus, the result is an exhausted me, in front of an electronic pandora's box.

Oh, technology.




So here's to Edgar Allan Poe, a favorite of mine, and hopefully someone you can grow to appreciate as well.

A Dream Within A Dream

by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1850)


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?

- Mon