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, To me a painted paroquet Hath been - a most familiar bird - Taught me my alphabet to say - To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child - with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings - That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away - forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.
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Posted: Apr 2011
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I normally don't have issues trying to decipher the words written by this great man, but this, this I don't get. Help?!
Hi there luna, I'm not an expert in Edgar Allan Poe, but I think he is comparing love in youth to love of an older age. The first stanza describes love with mystery, colour and a learning exciting time. The words evoke a sense of fun. The second stanza (begins at 'Of late, eternal Condor years') uses a more sombre language to describe what a person who has been hurt by love might feel like about it. There is no more fun and mystery but almost a dread and an avoidance of love. This is one of those poems that different readers will see different things in and will debate on for hours. I would imagine if any one else drops by to discuss it they may or may not agree with what I see in it, but even if they agree they may see it for different reasons. Thanks for posting this lovely poem and asking a most interesting question too..
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The second stanza (begins at 'Of late, eternal Condor years')
uses a more sombre language to describe what a person who has been hurt by love might feel like about it. There is no more fun and mystery but almost a dread and an avoidance of love.
This is one of those poems that different readers will see different things in and will debate on for hours. I would imagine if any one else drops by to discuss it they may or may not agree with what I see in it, but even if they agree they may see it for different reasons. Thanks for posting this lovely poem and asking a most interesting question too..