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My contribution for the Edgar Allen Poe poetry submissions - The Lake.
All sounds used are created by the wind chimes that hang outside my back door.
All sounds used are created by the wind chimes that hang outside my back door.
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THE LAKE, TO.
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1827)
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then- ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1827)
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then- ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.
Macaudion
Is there no end to the wonders of your poetic talents... I have to admit
to being stupid when it comes to poetry though - I don't always
understand it, because it seems to require an ability to comprehend on
a multitude of levels and at any given point or verse, simultaneously...
Beyond, 'the blue ball is blue', you may lose me... However, something
about your voice; your cadence or rhythm, your tonal inflections and
the use of the chimes, it all had me mesmerized and quietly
entertained.
This tells me that it is likely that you have done what it is that you have
set out to do and as well, you did it well enough to go beyond just
capturing my attention... I have raised my hands to applaud you...
Bravo! JG
Dion/Cydniko