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National Poetry Month, poem rec, 4/2 - The Phantom Librarian
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fernwithy
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National Poetry Month, poem rec, 4/2
Another short and sweet one. I'm always recommending Poe as a friendly entry into poetry for kids. It's a lot easier to explain why I like the rhythm and rhyme to kids who like hip-hop than it is to explain why "Ash-Wednesday" with its pretty repetition sends shivers down my spine. (Trust me, I'll get to some Eliots, and come to think of it, I should have started with an Eliot--"April is the cruellest month," after all--but oh, well.) Anyway, here's the poem:

"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 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.</>

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leeflower From: leeflower Date: April 2nd, 2006 11:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
aaaah, one of my absolute favorites.

Man, when I was in seventh grade, this was totally my little emogirl anthem... good times.

Thanks for sharing.
matril From: matril Date: April 3rd, 2006 12:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I wasn't familiar with this particular poem of Poe's. Most of the ones I know have to do with losing his true love and some such, so this one is refreshing. I like how lines 2 and 3 break the sentences in half almost as if to convery his sense of disjointedness with the rest of humanity. (Re-living AP English 12th grade now - "How to explicate a poem" ;)
bwinter From: bwinter Date: April 3rd, 2006 12:11 am (UTC) (Link)
That one's been my anti-stress mantra to repeat under my breath for the past ten years. "I am a unique and scary snowflake..." :)
parallactic From: parallactic Date: April 3rd, 2006 02:56 am (UTC) (Link)
That poem is one of my favorites.
aeljn From: aeljn Date: April 3rd, 2006 09:37 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't think I've seen that one before. I like it, though.

I do love Poe's rhythm and rhyme, although not the time I started parodying "The Raven" and realized it was harder than I'd thought. Wound up with contortions such as:

"Thinking guiltily of dishes, piled high against my wishes,
Like some beached and dying fishes, gasping sadly in my sink.
Feasted had we all to bursting, for eggnog no longer thirsting etc."

The poem that spoke most to me when I was in high school, though, was Emily Dickenson's "Much madness is divinest sense".
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: April 3rd, 2006 06:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
hurray1!!

for some reas onit make me thin of snape.
or harry.

adn this particualr fact ameks me want to shove the hp ando mout of mybrai nfor afew weeks. :P i cna't red anythig nany more without associating it somehow with hp stuff. beh.
thansk for reminding me to read more poe. poetry too. i wanted to do the same as y oubut i'm too impatient to choose.
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 3rd, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, yeah. He's definitely on the way.
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