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The Haunted Place

The Haunted Place
by Edgar Allan Poe



In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch
Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!



Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.


Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
\(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.


"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

6 comments:

I saved this. I adore you.

July 6, 2009 at 1:20 AM  

I've read this 4 times and don't understand it. I guess I just need more coffee. :)

I'm thinking this represents a person who... doesn't think about death until they are at death's door and then - get afraid (nearly insane) - but I dunno - my brain isn't working well these days.

July 8, 2009 at 6:31 AM  

Poe, glorious Poe.

July 9, 2009 at 7:39 AM  

Elizabeth Marie: I'm glad you like it, I'm never sure how people react to Poe. Thank you for the love and the feeling is mutual!

Iggy: It's ok, my brain acts up from time to time. Often when my blood to coffee levels are unbalanced!

He talks about the life of a person, the palace is a person. Each pharse mentions a different feature of the palace/person. The underlying message is that people can be sickening and corrupt. At the end everyone dies and becomes a part of the house, spirits to haunt the house forever.

They say he was drunk when he wrote it but I don't really care. If the drink help him create such works of genius then it's fine by me.

=)

Proud Maisie: Yes, Poe! He is my Hero.

July 9, 2009 at 1:58 PM  

Awesome...Poe is my fav ever...although my memory is terrible..but this reminds me so much of the Ode in The Fall of the House of Usher...is it just me?

July 14, 2009 at 7:33 PM  

No, it's not just you, Thrice.

July 16, 2009 at 5:48 PM  

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