Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe

[goanalogbaby]

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---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 lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its 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.

I love the poem.
I've chosen it for my school project.
The project requires me to do an analysis, and I could really use some help, if none of you mind!
Thanks! To those who help.

[Silas Thorne]

The content of the first half feels like it could have been written by Byron . I think he wrote lines like this too, though I'm too lazy to check at the moment.


I get from the first half that the poet feels separated from the rest of humanity emotionally and psychologically , cannot feel positive emotions to the same extent, nor respond in the same way as others... but I'm really just reiterating.

Look at a biography of his life, and that could give you a way into some of the lines. I think that many of the people close to him died from tuberculosis, some of those while he was still young.