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Thursday, June 14, 2012

A Dream Within A Dream By Edgar Allan Poe - Analysis


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A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow –
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand –
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Commentary

In form and texture 
this piece shows much.
Would have been proud, 
myself to have written it
although would have to wonder
then why it was written?
does it grasp any useful concept,
or realistic notion?
No, don't think so.... 
it's just vanity musings
in the end without value,
other than as entertainment
if it were current fare,
wouldn't be on the history channel
maybe on lifetime?
Yeah, would be there for some to watch
and enjoy,
while others wondered why
such obvious talent
was wasted
on such trivial pursuits.
Poe was always using the dream theme
to the point where it became trite nonsense.

Bob Atkinson

THIS IS HOW I WOULD HAVE DONE IT:
(AND DID DO IT!)
 
The Sower

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

we know not what's held in the bag
when we toss our thoughts downwind
do the years treat our ideals gently
or do our doctrines violence begin

sincere when they first arrived
as open excitement because of clarity
carved to our needs for progress
against that which we find wanting

some will try to foster change
where change holds no good charter
gives only muddy vision of life
takes away what is sorely needed

we need that crystal translucence
 of purpose, thought and deed
which binds us to our brothers
in both blood and search for freedom

builds hope for future harmony
casting out our callous cousins
holding firm in our resolve
to make for social progress

some give lightning in a bottle
as snake oil to the public
grabbing from the population
a strong measure of their humanity

wild misunderstandings abound
with issues at the fore of greatness
cause us to leave at home our reason
losing touch with why we're breathing

insure that backpack you carry
on your shoulders big and strong
contains all the good in you
not what hurts the ones you love

grains you grab with tight fist
have powers if you choose
to make yourself into a saint
or devil by your moods

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