Tuesday, September 2

Romance

It is a very weird thing. The two things I hate most in literature are poetry, and the stories of Edgar Allen Poe (they're too scary for me). However, for some weird reason I really love Edgar Allen Poe's poetry! It makes no sense. Here is one of my favorites:

Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

2 comments:

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Erin Iverson Brady said...

And really? You like his poems and not his stories? I don't know that I've ever read his stories, come to think of it. I imagine that they're as dark as his poetry just lengthier and more dark?