A poem about the spiritual isolation that afflicts us all, yet which some people feel more keenly than others. The closest we get to being "not alone" is when we are in the gestalt of a mutual, loving relationship as with a partner or children.
We are bound in by a closed, exclusive nervous system. The only time we are in actual contact with another person's nervous system is during coitus. Then two people can make a single beast with two backs, as some of the ancients called it, but they must have been missionaries who hadn't seen the Kama Sutra.
@LotsOfMusicInMyMind i know what you mean
benmanperelsztein 1 day ago
This describes me
LotsOfMusicInMyMind 2 weeks ago
A bit of a stretch from Poe to missionaries and the Kama Sutra, but brilliant, nonetheless. Takes me from Poe to Shakespeare's "Othello" in one segue. This is such a wonderful poem, speaking to the aloneness in each of us. The photograph of the cloud demon is perfect, as is your reading.
thissong4you 4 weeks ago
...tragic...
IvanMiBg 1 month ago
every single time i listen to Mr Poe's poetry i get goosebumps...<3
deathstarsfan21 1 month ago 2
Too colour to a Poe's poetry but it's a precious voice... I love it!
TheHappyWinkle 1 month ago
such a haunting poem
priceofsilver 1 month ago 2
and all i loved, i loved alone
lacelizabeth 2 months ago
ha ive had to do stuff on this guy a few times in mmy classes, and i dident real give a shit about him but now 2 years later, im listening to this this guy was a insanly brilliant man, quite crazy...
mysticarbol 2 months ago
Please view my version of Spirits of the Dead. I directed a short film depicting a man reading this poem at a church. Just click on my name and it will take you to it.
Thanks everyone!
AaronThibeault 3 months ago