“Alone”

By Edgar Allan Poe

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 lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry 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 roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d 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—


Edgar Allan Poe is a really famous writer and thats why I picked one of his poems. I had only read short stories by him, so it was interesting to see is writing in something much shorter.

This poem was a linear progression. It starts of when the writer was a child, and from what I understand the ending symbolizes the writer death. He is talking about his loneliness, through out life and explains that it was due how he act, and how he felt. He says that he was extremely different from the ones that surrounded him. He thought differently, saw differently and felt that his passions did not come from common things, they came from unusual places, what made him feel misplaced.

The style of Edgar Allan Poe is really reflected in this poem. It has a tone of darkness and sadness to it, and he sounds melancholy.