as tu read Mr.Edgar Allen Poe's poesía that he wrote, tu feel this vain young-man searching for away to break free from the tradgies that he faced as a child and in his early teens, and later on in life, but the poem that i just read called: Dreams" really sums up i think what he
was truly feeling there is a comentario below the poem that i read that i think is very well put and this
is what it says: " The life of human beings, relates to something called dreams that considered as a prediction. We build our life upon it. we should have dreams with which our life become so sweet and nice
And that's not exactly how i feel when i read this poem over and over and over again, what i see and feel when i read this is a young-man who has lost all hope in the reality that he only knows is to be true and that is his dreams and that's the only thing that he can put his faith into are those dreams that he wrote so highly about.
He wrote four poems based on his dreams and those were these right here.
1.a dream
2.a dream within a dream
3.dreamland,
4,dreams
was truly feeling there is a comentario below the poem that i read that i think is very well put and this
is what it says: " The life of human beings, relates to something called dreams that considered as a prediction. We build our life upon it. we should have dreams with which our life become so sweet and nice
And that's not exactly how i feel when i read this poem over and over and over again, what i see and feel when i read this is a young-man who has lost all hope in the reality that he only knows is to be true and that is his dreams and that's the only thing that he can put his faith into are those dreams that he wrote so highly about.
He wrote four poems based on his dreams and those were these right here.
1.a dream
2.a dream within a dream
3.dreamland,
4,dreams
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
buscar narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. buscar well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, o tu may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, por poets- as the name is a poet's, too,
Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-
Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!
tu will not read the riddle, though tu do the best tu can do.
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
buscar narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. buscar well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, o tu may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, por poets- as the name is a poet's, too,
Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-
Still form a synonym for Truth- Cease trying!
tu will not read the riddle, though tu do the best tu can do.
In 1949, like about a week before he died, he was supposed to take atrain in Baltimore for going to Philadelphia. That`s what history knows. After that it`s a mystery. Some people (And myself) believe that he went to a bar and he got drunk, with this it is believed that he was taken to vote for some elections and then dropped in the streat. This was a common way of faking the elections in that time. But, still, I can`t really say how he day. All I know is that, five days after he was supposed to take that train, he appeared in the streat and he was taken to the hospital. The doctor was a friend of him. And then October 7th, he died. Miserable, poor and having hallusinations, our loving Edgar died and nobody in his family o friends (he had a grandmother ) knew it. He died alone. Tragic isn`t it?