Idolatrado por muitos e odiado e desprezado por outros tantos, Poe poderá ser tudo o que lhe queiramos chamar, com a excepção de ignorado ou ignorante.
Numa pequena homenagem ao poeta, aqui fica um dos seus poemas mais autobiográficos.
A L O N E
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others where - 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 mistery wich blinds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that round me rolled
In the 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.
As others where - 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 mistery wich blinds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that round me rolled
In the 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.
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