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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