We've all heard of Edgar Allan Poe, the dark poet. But was he that, really? A dark poet? Yes, he wrote his share of gory work. He also wrote romantic, and interesting poems.
Yet, when we think of Poe, we think of Ravens and bizarre death.
One of my favorite works, albeit, I love his dark stories, is a much lighter and short poem. You see, behind the mysterious and dark poet, laid an interesting man with an astounding way of making simple words sound elegant. Read this aloud, and let the rhythm flow about.
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 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 save
One from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
You can take this poem in any way you wish, but I hope you take with you, a new meaning.
Eunoia or as I call it, Eunoix, means beautiful thinking. So I hope you read on, and find more of my thoughts.
You might think of it as a thought within a thought. No? Okay..
