Amal Sayed
01-10-2007, 12:56 AM
Asslam Alikum
Happy Ramdan everyone..
this poem was written by Edgar Allan Poe
he is American and he is the auther of the most scary books in the world
in other words he is creepy
he also was a poet
I like this one it's called "Alone"
I found it so sad and I love it
hope you like it
I guess I posted before his poem "Annabel lee":33:
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.
Happy Ramdan everyone..
this poem was written by Edgar Allan Poe
he is American and he is the auther of the most scary books in the world
in other words he is creepy
he also was a poet
I like this one it's called "Alone"
I found it so sad and I love it
hope you like it
I guess I posted before his poem "Annabel lee":33:
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.