Monday, December 5, 2011

Alone analysis



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.




Alone - isolated, unique, solitary, unequaled. This has meaning to what is in the poem. During Edgar's childhood, he had to deal with many different challenges. I think what started all of the hardships was his parents dieing when before he turned three. From there, he was made to live with a tobacco merchant, and his siblings had went to live somewhere else. His brother died at an early age where he would have became a poet. This is just the start of the terrible things that happen to Edgar Allan Poe.


In my childhood, I wasn't like the others, I didn't have the same views as the other children. We didn't have any common passions or interests. I didn't feel sad or happy the same way they did. No one loved what I loved. The beginning of my childhood was the start of my terrible life. What happened later in my childhood (not fitting in) was drawn from good and bad. It's a mystery that I still don't understand. I don't understand the heavy rain or fountains, how there's a red cliff on the mountain, the sun rolls across my sky, how it looks like gold in the fall. How lightning flies through the sky, and how a demon(hardship/challenge) was placed before me when the other part of my life was alright (before my parents died).

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