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.

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-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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“And all I loved, I loved alone.”
His most representative words, his most powerful message.
I’m so sorry, Edgar. Thank you for your immense legacy. You’ve not lived in vain.

halyketarrant
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And all i loved..i loved alone..

It's a masterpiece 💖

beatibellicosi
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Its not misery, that comes from this, its a dislike of misery, and an awareness of wanting to be happy, that's kind of brave, to recognize, and be real about.

nicholaspaul
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And I have been told I breathe like them
And I see like them
And I exist like them
But the roads I walked are invisible to them
And what I saw, they have never seen
And what they felt, I never felt
Alone I graced the world
Alone it took me far
Though I look like them in this world
I never felt like them
When I touched the ground, the mother earth never touched me back
When I looked at the sky, the blue sky never smiled
When I touched the trees, I felt no console
When I closed my eyes and drew a fresh breath
I felt nothing
So I may move and talk like them
But I walk differently.
(Something I wrote )

manalabdullatheef
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A 19th century American writer wrote a poem about loneliness and now I, a girl from the Middle East, can feel less lonely knowing someone somewhere at some point in time felt the same way.

zahrakh.d
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Nothing will guarentee loneliness like having a different style of thought. Having a higher level of thinking. Or a desire show that which people refuse to see.

AdamSwiggitySwooty
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I memorized this poem when I was around ten years old, because it so resonated with me. It's been over forty years, and it still rings true.

rose
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...and all I loved, I loved alone....
Sums up my entire stinkin' life.

kevinnobody
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I just love the voice of O'Bedlam. Sometimes the art that we create doesn't seem like one thing that will make a difference for another person, so, many times, we let all our feelings in words that never will be enjoy by somebody. But, well... words are very strong. This poem is very strong. I feel greatful that these Poe's words didn't die with him.

keithloren
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It’s too easy to feel alone in a world of almost eight billion people.

CuddlesTheCuttlefish
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Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun...
- Yeats ( song of wandering Aengus )

MayurKoitiya
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One of my favorite poems.. certainly is an a long life alienation and unable to connect.

Coyote.
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The voice of O'Bedlam is incredible. Please never stop using his voice. I fall in love in your creations especially with Bukowsky's writtings. Great Job!

zetek
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If someone doesn't understand mental illness, they should watch this, because this is what it's like.

DeidresStuff
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This is actually one of my favorite poems of Poe

elizabethcabrera
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I first encountered ALONE in Junior High. It moved me so much I committed it to memory. I am now 64 and remember it perfectly. It said what needed to be said.

badgerrrlattin
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Edgar Allan Poe is probably one of the saddest people to have lived, I just wanna give him a hug. You know that Doctor Who episode where they brought Van Gogh to the present time? I wish that for Poe too.

jackquentin
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This poem sums up my whole childhood. I got chills.

OnePunkMoby
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A genius who could Express freely without being censored a rarity indeed...

esperanzaguadalupe
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I have been alone all my life but did not realize it as I was surrounded by family and those I considered friends, yet I was alone without knowing it, without knowing what it was like to be connected, to be loved and to love. I learned out of necessity to keep my guard up, a way to survive emotionally and avoid deep psychological pain and sleepless nights. Now that I am older I don't question if it was worth attempting to protect myself from those pains, I now know the despair of being alone is of unequaled agony compared to the temporary emotional pain I would have experienced had I been brave enough to face my demons head on and beat them down and out of my psyche. I have never done that so it is no surprise I find myself alone all over again, decade after decade after decade, incapable of allowing anyone to connect with, to experience love nor to love. This is not a pity orgy I am simply realizing how I have coped with life. I see this revelation as a good thing, a good time to make the changes I never allowed myself. Time to love and to be loved.

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