Poem of the Week: 8 October 2018

 In PotW

Alone

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 —

-Edgar Allan Poe, 1875

This poem resonated deeply with me. There have been many times where I have felt set apart from my peers, and where my life has felt like a lonesome quest for meaning. I found comfort in seeing that others have shared such sentiments. Ironically, despite the title, reading this poem made me feel much less alone.

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