“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.
I fell in love with this poem 35 years ago. I was 13 years old and alone because of being alone I stood tall against the police only to receive a juvenile record. I have been in and out of a loan for all of my days and completely isolated so the last 18 months or so because of a calling set let me into a warehouse building full of Lights! The building was used during World War II to produce ammunitions technology bomb everything they Navy needed to end the slaughter of the Jewish people!! Bizarre as it sounds over the last year I discovered my love for everyone and everything. The calling says to rid myself of everything. Today I went for food and never felt more alone and filled with sadness. I'm a peaceful man of gigantic heart. Will power is enormous tonight humbled yet stand still with Valor. everyone was afraid of my long goatee someone said he looks like Charlie Manson. My invoice said that is completely opposite Who You Are. Shave and then they will see. as I sit here with no shirt no possessions and finally no goatee. I can clearly see. my calling is to show where we are headed if we let this fear grow. Tonight I have never felt so alone... The love I have for everyone and everything is more powerful tonight I've ever known. It's covers me with warm I have no fear because I know I am truly not alone... The creator of everything is around us now giving us power to embrac you know. if you can only open your mind to feel it's warm loving blow and no time at all you'll see you're not a withering tree then look around you in realize this is not how life is supposed to be! do not receive the message you're told. I pray the truth soon will unfold!!!!!!!!!!
He didn't deserve to die the way he did, or have his reputation smeared by his enemy/editor. Deserves and this life have nothing to do with each other.
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.
Same thing goes for Blue's everybody thinks its depressing, however it bring so much joy to me! I'm always dancing around the house to Blues especially with Keb Mo!
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 )
@yester day wow! I was surprised to see such a long comment, but i like it.☺ About me... I need a lot of alone time for thinking. I don't think people in general like thinking that much than acting in the moment. I have a lot of friends( people I know but not that close) and i can fill the silence by sharing normal things with them but I don't like casual or shallow conversation that much. I only have one friend who is as weird as me ( except he is very talkative and make friends well enough), I can express him openly. I still feel lonely sometimes for not having someone to discuss about random philosophy topics or deep insights. About the women you mentioned I can relate, I was living in hostel and some of my mates were so blunt and one of them was exactly like her. I had a very tough time there even though they were nice but I am glad i met them otherwise i wouldn't be the same person i am today. Innocence is gone but left me with all these experience and knowledge. I still expect good for everyone from my mind if not from my heart. I am recovering. ☺ I have written such a long comment. 😅I hope my words doesn't sound weird to you. Finally, feel free to share about you. ☺ ~ Change of heart
Hey stan, I’m so sorry you had to go through that pain for so long. We have scars that we develop from such a young age that never heal no matter what precautions we take..... I feel you on that I was once bound by chains of my childhood, I went from being the top 5 athlete in my class from 4-9th to becoming a shell of who I was to become, all because the very people I trusted broke me inside and I allowed it to suppress the joy I once had as a child. One another hand I had bad acne so that didn’t help my case, was always feeling uncomfortable and in doubt of my existence with others. On the outside I looked “fine” and had many friends I can’t lie, but I never felt like anyone really understood me or even took the time to understand me and it really bothered me and I developed a deep nerving anxiety that hindered me from even playing the game I loved. For so long I blamed myself and was longing for a father figure in my life that would pick me up my pieces and turn me into a bright lit puzzle. As I got better from my condition I had developed an addiction to marijuana and girls, which sounded good at the time but they were just bandaids that we’re trying to hold on to the misery inside of me. One day I realized that no matter what I did there was no satisfaction and I turned to the person I had ignored my entire life and it was God, but more specifically Jesus. He let me know that religion was something created by man to take advantage of others, and called me to have a deep relationship with Christ. I realized that no matter what I was feeling or what errors I have committed onto my life, they were forgiven by a guy who sacrificed his whole life just for me. I stand as a witness today that if you turn your life to Jesus, not religion, that he will not only forgive your sins but give you everlasting life. All men fall short of the glory of God, but the gift of God is everlasting life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Romans 6.23. I realized that he was the Father figure I was looking for my entire life!! And it is never too late to turn to his love, for love was created by Him, without Him love wouldn’t even exist. All you have to do is accept Him in your heart and be honest with Him. I command in Jesus’ name that any demon that is being tied to my friends in this video, for them to be exalted out their life and for an abundant wave of peace to overcome their mind and heart! For the Lord to touch their hearts and for them to encounter a loving moment with the very person that loved them so much he gave them his only begotten Son. If you have made it this far know I am free from the chains that were in my life thanks to Jesus!! Much love ❤️
I have memorized it also. I am bipolar. The first time I read this poem, I felt understood on an incredibly deep level that I had never experienced in my life.
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.
I dont think this is a poem that decries that situation though...at least not entirely. Yes its melancholy but I think its about cherishing those things you have even if you are doing it alone solely because you are there, alone, to do it.... free to do as you wish and wise enough to see and pursue those things that you do love, regardless of others approval, regardless if there is anybody to join you in it..."in all I have loved I loved alone", that which brings you love and contentment is special to only you in a unique way that only the special individual you can appreciate them.
@@avosmash2121 thanks for the insight I can see your interpretation as well as my own. I can even see mine and yours summing up my life at different times. Interesting how the same verse can have a variety of meanings.
Oh so it is...yet somehow I keep getting up and dusting off with me and God to guide me. It's a choice to decide whether or not to be a positive force un the world today. Mindset and attitude bring a lot to your inner Childs wounds that cry out or scream at you sometimes for the thing you desire. Its not so much the wanting it's more the way it's done in my life. Learn life and make it the way you want then the rewards of hard work on you is Blessed
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.
Was it the cat? Or the mirror of self reflection? He is in mourning of something. He blames himself. It's a deep seeded thorn. Very self condemned. There is a longing to find him self again. But the cloud brings the storm & keeps him from the happiness he once knew. Something was taken from him he never really knew.
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.
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!
@@illneas i know i shouldn't ask you to make raven its big and may consume a lot of your time but please try to make annabel lee next it's short like alone
@@Believer-jb7qq You're not alone. You're strong. You deserve good things, please try to take care of you even when it's hard. You're worthy and enough. It's not much but it's real. Live, it's all that matter.
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.
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 They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars - on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places - Robert Frost
A poem of his reflection into his emotionally troubled mind a concept of awareness which is very prominent in todays society of breaking the stigma surrounding mental illness i remember reading his death was a bit of a mystery but a very emotionally impacting poem im sure if being honest we all can some how relate to in one way or another!
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-
I have been molested when I was young it affected me all my life. My relationship with my mom went downhill she didn’t understand why I’m acting up. I have anger problems and depression. I felt lonely in my childhood to teenage years. I have this secret until my deathbed. Do you understand that there are things that are better left unsaid. Because u know there will be more chaos if it was revealed. I am still fighting and healing but I have problematic behaviors and trust issues. I have a lot of insecurity because of what happened to me. But, I don’t to live this way.
Victim or victor. I know what speaking that takes . The world never understood me either.5-10-15 minutes of something terrible that happened to me took away from years of my life. I love you.
These lonely childhood pains aren't better left unsaid. It needed to be heard & released from you. I'm glad you felt safe within this comment section to share it here. Loving people heard a piece of your secret as you revealed it and further chaos wasn't allowed to enter this space. I hope you can feel those who are acknowledging your pain. Hopefully you'll be able to hear the many voices that are joining you to push that chaos further back from your view. I hope you can accept the support you've been needing to allow your voice be heard further. I hope you'll begin your healing. This is a horrible weight to carry for as long as you thought you needed to deceive yourself in carrying. You're already allowing pieces of it to go. You've already started combating that lie. You're still alive. You're not on your deathbed. I hope you'll let the rest go too.
This came up as a suggestion for me to watch and I don’t know why I resisted watching it until today, but this poem resonates with me, especially this Christmas.
@@charmainegibbon9273 it really does. Once you spend a whole week in complete isolation, and doing nothing but sitting, the whole world opens up, and suddenly you’re on this “line” of insanity and enlightenment, and everything becomes rather nonsensical…
It summarizes either my childhood and my general lifelong trajectory. It's my fate, and I need to embrace them, however, to still 'enjoy' my existence.
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.
This just came to my RU-vid feed, here on Christmas Eve night alone, how ironic.... and then, I read what you wrote, I've been writing poetry for a very long time and I've never tried to publish... that I keep it hidden. I vow to not keep it hidden anymore , thank you.
@@timidequinox1789 so distant yet so close. this Is Life. I dont know about you, but anytime i try to give my best to someone, such person disappers. Why? Why are we so mean to each other? I do not fear loneliness, because this Will carve and strenghen your soul. I just fear false people.
@@francescorossi3194 I actually enjoy solitude and loneliness , but everytime I hear about someone in the same situation of loneliness as me I feel a connection with them.
My mom was murdered last xmas..on my birthday...now it's just me ..I know what you mean..I actually forgot I had a birthday...seeing that it was so fkn traumatizing..
The poem is how my mind felt as a child . I felt so lonely when parents divorced so alone after 55 years no reprieve . I've become a loner even in a crowd ..a lone dark cloud looming with no direction ?
Okay, just my perspective. I know a lot of people are like “oh the pain!” But hear me out… If, by chance you are blessed enough 😉 to lose every single person you loved at a young age - you develop this inner solitude and it changes you. You rely on no one. You relearn how to live. It’s not a strong pain or sadness - it’s all the emotions in one. An understanding. Time slows down and you notice & feel it all. In this life lesson you begin to see truths others don’t. You observe life more. Think more. Watch nature. You feel more deeply and see clearly. Less tolerable of the mundane. Less trusting of blue skies. It’s lonely being the only one with those perspectives but a gift nonetheless. A lonely beautiful gift.
That was inspiring ❤️ you are a beautiful soul. I hope you are in peace with yourself, it sounds like it. All the best to you and may life treat you with kindness
E-rambler have u ever thought that u r better off? I have always been alone but after many years of wanting to be with people and then being with them I later realized better alone!
@@lorrainefalletta3153 sure. I enjoy being alone. Still, people are a source of great joy and adventure. I just wish I was around people who explore the world the way I do.
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.
Alot of us do this.....its a survival, trama response too, I had loves they all hurt me some were fun most painful and deceptive ...love 2020 new beganing!
@yester day Thanks again for your thoughts, helps to see both different and similar ways people have learned to deal with navigating through life. I had a boss when I was in business, he insisted we anticipate rather than react, made sense in a business environment because you are able to avoid a problem which may otherwise have happened had you not thought ahead and anticipated to the best of your ability what could happen if no action was taken. Your point is different though, I think I get what you were getting at, instead of being fearful or thinking the worst you participate and accept whatever comes your way. Not easy to do after being beaten down so many times, participation becomes the last thing you want to open yourself up to so you end up staying in that safe place, a learned survival technique which does more harm than good in the long run. I am also not sure if that is what your "saying" meant to you. The session thing is in reference to meeting with a counselor in an attempt to understand how and why, or the cause which lead me to make the decisions I did and how to deal with them differently so life's opportunities don't continue to pass me by resulting in lack of growth and enjoyment both spiritually and intellectually. Yeah, the lobotomy thing, I suppose I'll trash that idea, at least for now. Thanks for sharing some of your life's experiences with me, there is a lot to learn from one another.
@@JenW-nm4rn Thanks for sharing Jeanette. Yes, definitely both survival and trauma responses are a part of this issue. No one is immune from the cause and effect consequences of living in this world, whether they were a result of our decisions/actions or things which we were not in control of. By the time we reach a certain age we have experienced many bad consequences, especially if we were never equipped with the skills to make the proper decisions, once again living through the cause and effect results of our decisions and actions. One of the many reasons I am in counseling, never too late to learn. Best with your "new beginnings" in 2020.
Poe wrote this untitled poem in the autograph album of Lucy Holmes, later Lucy Holmes Balderston. The same album also contains a poem by Poe’s brother Henry. The poem was never printed during Poe’s lifetime. It was first published by E. L. Didier in Scribner’s Monthly for September of 1875, in the form of a facsimile. The authorship was disputed because it was unsigned though the authenticity has since been accepted. www.eapoe.org/works/poems/alonea.htm
three forms of art that have invoked my soul capturing the beauty of all that will be with a melody of the heavens, you have moved my heart and then the words that spoke to my minds you show me a visual of time passing by and I cast forth a tear of rebirth > this was the way the video made me feel t/u
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 joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone. Then in my childhood in the dawn of a most stormy life, was drawn from every depth of good and ill, the mystery which binds me still. From the torrent, of 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 passed 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
Two videos attributed to Poe; many more to Charles Bukowski. It's sad poets of great merit are overshadowed by a drunkard taking advantage of modernity's laziness. Not to mention the recently posted videos for "poets" that have no passion for the art of poetry; however, in modern times, what is poetry anyway? Broken sentence structure that falsely claims "flow."
This wonderful piece is directly influenced by one of Poe's greatest Romantic heroes, Lord Byron, though in a more earthly, low-key tone, please note for comparison: “From my youth upwards My Spirit walked not with the souls of men, Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine; My joys-my griefs- my passions- and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the Creatures of Clay that girded me” (Byron, Manfred, Act II, Scene II, 56-63)
Thank you so much for creating these videos, they are incredible and so powerful. And your message "Art without an audience is self-therapy, so please if you create art publish it." .... I just want you to know that what you do holds a big meaning and just the fact you bring these so often forgotten poems from death to the modern point of view is splendid.
Note pour moi-même : c'est OK de pas avoir la même conception du bonheur que les autres, c'est OK parce que ce qui compte c'est d'écouter ce qui te parle à toi, c'est de suivre et de faire ce qui TE fait vibrer. Si c'est les soirées, va en soirée. Si c'est faire du patinage, alors patine. Si c'est faire des crêpes, alors fait des crêpes. C'est simple. 🎁
Autistic experience? It makes me incredibly sad that so many people who are just born different from the human herd were and still are ostracized and rejected.
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حياته كانت صعبة ! فقد والديه و هو طفل .. ربته عائلة أخرى و أظن توفيت أمه بالتبني باكراً أيضا !! تزوج بنت عمه و توفيت بعد سنوات قليلة و هي لم تتجاوز 25 سنة ثم توفي هو بظروف غامضة و كان في عمر الشباب لا يزيد عمره عن 40 عام
Powerful words. I know little of the work of Poe, so this is somewhat a revelation to me, but it sums up my life. Always alone, even in the largest crowd, yet rarely ever lonely, I have delighted in my aloneness, but never knew why. Then, in my 50s I was diagnosed with Asperger's, and suddenly I understood everything about my life...and I understand the words of this poem, they talk to me about how I have been different from childhood's hour, yet they tell me that the difference is not negative.
"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 " Powerful
Awesome! Feel like this is talking about me. Major Depressive Disorder. Just wanting to be loved and happy, but not reacting as others did. Always alone for some reason. I love Poe and I love this poem. ♥️
I am a reader, i try to be a writer. I fell immediately in love with your channel. Go on. Give me that melancholy, give me that sadness of live again and again. Because happy is everyone.
@@AndreawiljaOhh I didn't notice you were youtubing, nice vlogs. Sadly I don't understand them, it's in German right ? Thank you for the support anyways 😁
I picture myself in a small town, a hill station perhaps. At night I am alone. It's sad, but it's okay. The next day, I am sitting on the porch with a new friend who is going to teach me how to paint. We paint till sunset and then he leaves. "See you tomorrow," he says. And i realise that It's nice to have something to look forward to. It only hurts when you look back.
I have loved this poem for decades as it resonates deeply for me in many profound ways. I'm reminded not just of the life of this conflicted author and poet I love but of his early death. I understand this loneliness of experience, which others see as so bizarre, nevertheless very real.
I don't want to be here anymore 😭😭😭 My heart, stomach and chest hurts everyday.... I cry every day for years now... I am 23 year's old but I feel like I have endured so much pain in my life..... cannot bring myself to feel happiness I am still around for my family... but it doesn't work...
My darling turn on the light that's in you... own your story, understand it, change it, make yourself the writer and main character. When you face your darkness with compassion for yourself, exactly the same you give to others, you will see it start changing, and how bright you can shine. Dare to dream for you too.🌌
I am in similar position but remember ur soul is blessed and you are enlightened from absorbing all the pain n injustices n being helpless n questioning ur purpose. An angel sends me to tell you to please keep going on be positive in ur new thoughts n release old ones.🙏
I agree with what M. M. said. And I would add think of your inner light as a small flame that refuses to go out... and feed that flame with good things: small pleasures, looking for small things to be grateful for, small positive steps you can take in your life. There is beauty and hope and goodness, always, even when it's not easy to see. Aww honey, never ever ever give up. ❤️
You feel alone... can you find a group to join, volunteer, join a walking group... anything to put yourself around people in a positive setting? A counsellor may help you sort out your aching mind. ❤️ Update us as you go along, okay?
I like the poem, but I dont like the narrator. If it were written when he was 20, I find it harder to understand if he sounds 40. The music is a bit loud too so I'm having a bit of trouble understanding what he's saying
People criticize me for expressing myself in this manner, that is, in a tone and form not conventionally heard. This touched me as it conveyed a spirit of feeling I relate to.
It was excruciating to wait because I want to get proper time to enjoy this video. This is such an art. Tom O'Bedlam voice combined with the whole cinematography is just perfect. Amazing! Pass my regards for your friend and the lovely cat! 💙
I fell in love with your works. To be honest, I don't really like Poe. He's the black sheep for me in good Literature, in canonised Literature, the one I can't understand. Or at least, until this very moment, I couldn't. But with this poem, I could finally see that we have something in common. That we see the world in an other colorful way or in an other shape than an average man or average woman. Maybe because of the words we write or we've written down. Because we love creating something which shows our perspectives to others. We love representing the world through our glasses. And it's art. This is that common point between writers, painters, musicians, dancers. Artists.
the potential aesthetic visuals can express are virtually limitless. that being said, this random compilation of hd video didn’t do the poem justice in the slightest and feels like someone piggybacking off of someone else’s beautiful poem for 99% of its entertainment value. k
I have to write a short story in my English class, and I really wanted it to be inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's writing. I'm doing some research and reading a bunch of his stories, and damn, he was going through some stuff. I want to try to honor him in my writing and I hope others will realize the resemblance. I hope I do it well.