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Ode to POEtry

β€œA Dream Within a Dream” Β by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how they creep,
While I weep, while I weep!
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

One hundred and sixty-six years ago today, the literary world lost a great, though at the time, they did not realize how great he was. The death of Edgar Allan Poe was surrounded by as much mystery as his life. No one is sure how exactly he died; only that he was found on the 4th of October roaming the streets of Baltimore and that he died three days later in a hospital. Some speculate that his bouts of alcoholism throughout his adulthood was the cause, others think he may have suffered varied ailments from rabies to a brain disease.

No one is sure of the exact cause of death but one thing is sure, his life was as dark and full of angst as the poem above. He lived and he mostly failed at succeeding in making a living at writing, (he did not become very famous for his works until long after he passed) and it took its toll on him in the end. He did what he loved to do, and he lived as hard as he worked at writing. He left behind beautiful yet dark writing, and I hope that he is living the dream that he was hoping to wake up in.