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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
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🔰A big "thank you" to my friend that allowed me to film her for this movie.
🔰The king of misery himself Edgar Allan Poe. Although this poem didn't make him famous, it was discovered after his death and it was written when he was 20. I can't help but imagine how many other poems, paintings or any work of art did not get discovered and remain to this day hidden. Art without an audience is self-therapy, so please if you create art publish it.
Second channel
🔰Communities
🔰References
-The narrator is Tom O'Bedlam
-The music is this: Jakob Ahlbom - Fracture
🔰My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
GX80
📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
“Alone”
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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—
🔰The king of misery himself Edgar Allan Poe. Although this poem didn't make him famous, it was discovered after his death and it was written when he was 20. I can't help but imagine how many other poems, paintings or any work of art did not get discovered and remain to this day hidden. Art without an audience is self-therapy, so please if you create art publish it.
Second channel
🔰Communities
🔰References
-The narrator is Tom O'Bedlam
-The music is this: Jakob Ahlbom - Fracture
🔰My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
GX80
📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
“Alone”
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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—
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