Poetry - Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

Hello loves.

This is my reading of Alone by Edgar Allan Poe.

Alone explores his lifelong feelings of isolation and feeling different from others, stemming from a unique perspective of the world and an intense imagination.

Alone delves into the experience of feeling fundamentally disconnected, even in childhood, and the resulting sense of melancholy and mystery surrounding his inner world.

I hope you enjoy beloveds.

Transcript

Hello,

Beloveds,

And welcome to today's reading,

A poem by Edgar Allan Poe,

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 loved,

I loved alone.

Then,

In my childhood,

In the dawn of a most stormy life,

Was drawn from every 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 rolled in its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky as it passed 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.