A dream within a dream

A dream within a dream

Poetry and dreaming or rather, poetry about dreaming. Always a good combination. Our website has a few poems listed about dreaming. I would gladly make this list bigger with a poem of Edgar Allan Poe, called A dream within a dream.

Classic poetry at it’s best! Even though Poe wrote more than poems, there are a few jewels to be discovered.

Edgar Allan PoePoe (1809 – 1849) was a child of the nineteenth century and became one of the most influencal writers in history. Not only American history. People from all over the world read his poetry nowadays. His work covers short stories and poetry. The themes were mostly dark tales of mystery with a great sense of macabre things.

Unique about the work of Poe is the fact that he was one of the few in his time who wrote short stories. These stories were printed in newspapers. By doing this, he also created a new genre in literature: detective fiction.

At the time Poe wrote his work, he did only this. Most of the time he had no income. He choose to devote his life to writing.

About the poem

The poem is all about someone who tells about saying goodbye to another one. Poe displays this as a dream, but he questions that the dream could be a dream within a dream. The sea that is mentioned in this poem stands for death and decay. Poe tells us the story through a poem, that he is unable to hold on to things (sand), even though he has the strong wish to do so.

The tides are an important part of this poem. Actually, the sea and tide was a metaphor used by many poems to express feelings of lost time.

 

A dream within a dream

By Edgar Allan Poe

A dream within a dream

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
Throngh my fingers to the deep
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream.

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