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Ulalume is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1847.
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Jeff Buckley - Ulalume
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Ulalume is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1847.
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mystifying poem
beautiful rhythm
THANK YOU, Mr. Buckley!!
and THANK YOU, Odrox for sharing this!! ;)
Jeff didnt write this, he simply appreciates it. So if appreciating good poetry, and art does that make the greatest Emo?
Amazing poem though, it's strange that we need a musician to read it before we can all appreciate it or hear of it first.
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The skies were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here once, through an alley, Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul,
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaaneck
In the ultimate climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaaneck
In the realms of the boreal pole
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn,
As the star-dials hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of sighs:
i love this kinda stuff!!
thanks...