When I moved, my mother handed me down the Kindle she had ceased to use since she got an iPad for Christmas. I have thoroughly enjoyed the clever little device, as I've always loved to read but only on a really-good-book, plenty-of-time basis. And now I can get really good books quickly and have plenty of time to read them! My very first Kindle novel was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. Of man, was I proud when I finished that thing. Disproving my initial hesitation toward the book, I found it incredibly intriguing and satisfying. After finishing I began devouring book after book after book. To tell the truth, this is quite uncharacteristic of me!
Today I purchased the illustrated, historical-commentary-filled complete works of Edgar Allan Poe. They weren't kidding about the complete! There are two-line unfinished poems taken from scraps of paper included in this collection. Friends, the man was a genius. I have fallen for his writing style. Trust me, the ability to write is unbelievably attractive to me.
Also, it doesn't take an extensive period of time in my relationships for others to learn how hopelessly magnetized I am to strange and frightening things. Of course, I still get scared to death, but I tend to like it quite a bit. To make a long story short, Poe and I would have been the finest of friends. Here is my favorite among the poetry I've read today, entitled Alone.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -
Happy cloud watching!
...and luck be with you.
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