The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe

Hi all!

I just realized that I only posted one of my favorite Poe poems so far, and that was a while ago. So I wanted to share with you another one, which I really love: “The Conqueror Worm”.

I enjoy this one a great deal because it is filled with symbolic imagery, and the whole atmosphere of it all is really fascinating, as well as the moral of the poem, if we can call it that.

So, here’s the poem, and I’ll be back shortly with the next part of the Poe series 🙂

The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! ’tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Hi all 🙂

As I said in Part I of the Poe series, Poe is one of my favorite poets, because he has an interesting style and a way of looking at things. The poem I want to share with you today, entitled “A Dream Within A Dream”, is one of my all time favorites. Basically, in this poem, Poe states his vision about life and existence, and there’s a deep meaning behind the words.

So here it is, and if you would like to read more poems by Poe, you can do so here: Poe’s Poems.

A Dream Within A Dream
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?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

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
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Tonight No Poetry Will Serve by Adrienne Rich

Hi all 🙂

Since I didn’t have much to do at work today, I was browsing the web and I came across an interesting poem on Poetry Daily. I really liked it, because it has an interesting style and reminds me of some poems of one of my favorite poets.

So here it is, I hope you enjoy it and I’ll be back soon with “Winnetou” 🙂

Tonight No Poetry Will Serve
by Adrienne Rich

Saw you walking barefoot
taking a long look
at the new moon’s eyelid

later spread
sleep-fallen, naked in your dark hair
asleep but not oblivious
of the unslept unsleeping
elsewhere

Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve

Syntax of rendition:

verb pilots the plane
adverb modifies action

verb force-feeds noun
submerges the subject
noun is choking
verb    disgraced    goes on doing

now diagram the sentence

Dante Alighieri – Divine Comedy

Hello again!

It seems like forever since I’ve started reading this book, but now I’m finally done 🙂 But before I start to talk about it, even though a little late, I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and I hope you all had a pleasant holiday 🙂 I may be a bit old fashioned, but I can’t imagine a better Christmas, than the one spent with your family and the people you love the most, so I was really happy to have achieved this. It is still not the most perfect version I can dream of, but we’re getting there 😉

So, enough holiday-talk, back to the book. 😛

To tell you the truth, I was a bit worried when I started reading it, because I was afraid the language will be a bit too hard to understand, but thankfully this was not the case. Of course, being an epic poem, it did have parts where I really had to focus to get the whole picture, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared.

I was really fascinated by the images Dante painted to illustrate the three parts, the Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso. It was interesting to see how the people of that time saw the afterlife, for instance that the mountain of the Purgatory is located on the southern hemisphere on an island. The other thing I liked was Dante’s sense of justice, because everyone presented during his journey got what they deserved, sometimes in a quite ironic way. For instance, those who claimed to see the future had to walk with their heads twisted backwards in one of the circles of Hell.

Another thing I found interesting was the structure of the three parts and the way they all were formed of sub-circles, each having some kind of characteristic. (For example, the Purgatory was divided into seven sub-circles, each representing one of the seven deadly sins.)

The last thing I want to mention is the fact that the poem is filled with mythological, biblical and historic references, which make it a bit hard to follow (at least it was for me), because you have to keep looking at the footnotes to understand who or what Dante is talking about. Apart from that, it was actually very interesting to see all those little stories sawed into the whole.

The ending of the poem seemed a bit abrupt at first, but as I thought about it, I realized that it was perfect, because Dante had finally reached his destination and that was all that was worth telling. In the end, he had found God and understood all he wanted to know.

The poem also has a political value, because it presents Dante’s views and criticism on empire and church, and about the political situations of that time in Italy.

All in all, I would say that this was a fascinating book, something definitely worth reading, but only if you have the time and patience, because it can be quite challenging sometimes 🙂

If you want to read it online, you can find it here: (if you don’t mind that it doesn’t have footnotes) Divine Comedy.

That’s all for now, next time I’ll be presenting William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies”. Until then, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas (at least what’s left of it 😛 ) and a Happy New Year!

To My Brother Miguel in Memoriam by César Vallejo

There are few book-lovers who do not like poetry. Luckily I’m not one of them 😛

I enjoy reading poetry as much as I like novels, especially those that have a more mysterious atmosphere to them or that leave you with a weird kind of feeling you can’t really understand, but adore. So I decided, that along the books I’m going to present, I’ll also be presenting some of the poems I’ve considered to be really great. And here is the first one:

To My Brother Miguel in Memoriam
by César Vallejo

Brother, today I sit on the brick bench outside the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour of the day, and mama
would calm us: “There now, boys…”
Now I go hide
as before, from all these evening
prayers, and I hope that you will not find me.
In the parlor, the entrance hall, the corridors.
Later, you hide, and I do not find you.
I remember we made each other cry,
brother, in that game.

Miguel, you hid yourself
one night in August, nearly at daybreak,
but instead of laughing when you hid, you were sad.
And your other heart of those dead afternoons
is tired of looking and not finding you. And now
shadows fall on the soul.

Listen, brother, don’t be too late
coming out. All right? Mama might worry.