Saturday, July 10, 2010


ice storm,easter,family
Here, set to a picture of a long ago Easter storm, is Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone". In this rather runaway rhyming poem, Poe speaks of drawing "from every depth of good and ill, the mystery which binds (him) still." The poem is a window, I think, into the spiritual side of "a most stormy life". What can be seen in torrent and lightning?

Here is a printable copy of Poe's "Alone".

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