Edgar Allan Poe

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American Literature – American Poetry – Edgar Allan Poe

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Poèmes en Prose

Colloque Entre Monos et Una
UNA. – Ressuscité ?
MONOS. – Oui, très-belle et très-adorée Una, ressuscité. Tel était le mot sur le sens mystique duquel j’avais si longtemps médité, repoussant les explications de la prêtraille jusqu’à tant que la mort elle-même vînt résoudre l’énigme pour moi. …

Conversation D’Eiros avec Charmion
EIROS. – Pourquoi m’appelles-tu Eiros ?
CHARMION. – Ainsi t’appelleras-tu désormais. …

Ombre
Vous qui me lisez, vous êtes encore parmi les vivants ; mais moi qui écris, je serai depuis longtemps parti pour la région des ombres. …

Puissance de la Parole
OINOS. – Pardonne, Agathos, à la faiblesse d’un esprit fraîchement revêtu d’immortalité. …

Silence
Écoute-moi, – dit le Démon, en plaçant sa main sur ma tête. – La contrée dont je parle est une contrée lugubre en Libye, sur les bords de la rivière Zaïre. Et là, il n’y a ni repos ni silence. …

In English

Poems of Later Life – Poems of Manhood – Poems of Youth – Doubtful Poems – Prose Poems

Poems of Later Life

A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem …

A Valentine
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. …

An Enigma
“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
“Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. …

Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; ..

Bridal Ballad
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my command. …

Eldorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long, …

Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide, …

For Annie
Thank Heaven! the crisis—
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness …

The Bells
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells! …

The City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West, …

The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— …

The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, ….

To F——
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path— …

To Frances S. Osgood
Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not; …

To Helen
I saw thee once—once only—years ago:
I must not say how many—but not many.

To Marie Louise (Shew)
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning—
Of all to whom thine absence is the night—
The blotting utterly from out high heaven …

To Marie Louise (Shew) (2)
Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained “the power of words”—denied that ever …

To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love, …

Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere; …

Poems of Manhood

Dreamland
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright, …

Hymn
At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and wo—in good and ill—
Mother of God, be with me still! …

Lenore
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!—a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river. …

Silence
There are some qualities—some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. …

The Coliseum
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power! …

The Conqueror Worm
Lo! ’tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears, …

The Haunted Palace
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head. …

To One in Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love, …

To Zante
Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake! …

Poems of Youth

A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted. …

A Pæan
How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young? …

Al Aaraaf
O! nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty’s eye,
As in those gardens where the day …

Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. …

Evening Star
‘Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light …

Fairyland
Dim vales—and shadowy floods—
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over …

Hymn (Translation from the Greek)
Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I’ll conceal,
Like those champions devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave. …

Imitation
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem; …

“In Youth I have known one”
How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature’s universal throne;
Her woods—her wilds—her mountains—the intense
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence! …

Israfel
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute;”
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel, …

Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake, …

Song
I saw thee on thy bridal day—
When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee: …

Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy. …

Tamerlane
Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme—
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin …

“The Happiest Day”
The happiest day—the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown. …

The Lake
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 …

The Valley of Unrest
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, …

To —— (“I heed not that my earthly lot”)
I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath—little of Earth in it—
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:— ….

To —— (“The Bowers whereat, in dreams, I see”)
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds, …

To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, …

To Science
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities …

To the River
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty—the unhidden heart— …

Doubtful Poems

Alone
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— …

The Forest Reverie
‘Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of wo, …

The Village Street
Beneath the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door—
Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves— …

To Isadore
Beneath the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door—
Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves— …

Prose Poems

Shadow—a Parable
Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. …

Silence—a Fable
The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags, and caves are silent. …

The Colloquy of Monos and Una
Una.: “Born again?”
Monos.: Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, “born again.” These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered, rejecting the explanations of the priesthood, until Death itself resolved for me the secret. …

The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion
Eiros.: Why do you call me Eiros?
Charmion. : So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget, too, my earthly name, and speak to me as Charmion. …

The Island of the Fay
Servius. “La musique,” says Marmontel, in those “Contes Moraux”¹ which in all our translations we have insisted upon calling “Moral Tales,” as if in mockery of their spirit—”la musique est le seul des talens qui jouisse de lui-meme: …

The Power of Words
Oinos.: Pardon, Agathos, the weakness of a spirit new-fledged with immortality! …

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The Bells
Les cloches