Day 174: 08/22/2013 Entry

I have been flipping through a book of poems by Edgar Allan Poe tonight. These tug at my heart:


“In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed –

But a waking dream of life and light

Hath left me broken-hearted


Ah! What is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him with a ray

Turned back upon the past?” – A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe


“And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea –

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms – but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’er that one bright island smile” – To F by Edgar Allan Poe


“And I rest so composedly,

Now, in my bed,

That any beholder

Might fancy me dead –

Might start at beholding me,

Thinking me dead.


“The moaning and groaning,

The sighing and sobbing,

Are quieted now,

With that horrible throbbing

At heart: – ah, that horrible,

Horrible, throbbing!


“The sickness – the nausea –

The pitiless pain –

Have ceased, with the fever

That maddened my brain –

With the fever called “Living”

That burned in my brain” – For Annie by Edgar Allan Poe

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