Fav Poems by Edgar Allen Poe

Haiiii everyone, in this blog i wanted to rant about the first American Poet I fell in Love with and who led to my obsession with reading poetry: Edgar Allen Poe.

 Lets ignore his miserable life and Alcoholism (or the fact that he married his underage cousin) and take a look at one of his poems

The Lake: To-

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

The which I could not lpve the less-

So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wide 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 tremendous delight-

A feeling not the jewelled mine

Could teach or bribe me to define-

Nor 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

I absolutely love the image this creates, the description of this horrid euphoria he experiences in his solitude, the paradise he makes out of the danger he faces. Because of this poem i started to draw the images i saw while reading these verses. I markes my favorite ones, what are urs?