Eram pe tumblr azi si s-a intamplat sa gasesc un vers postat de cineva, spunea:"And all I loved, I loved alone." L-am citit de cateva ori si am trecut mai departe. Mai devreme putin am cautat pe google "english poetry", am ales la intamplare un website care imi prezenta o lista cu 250 de poeti, am ales unul la intamplare, nu am cunostinte in domeniul poeziei universale, era Edgar Allan Poe, american pare-se. Era insirata o lista cu poezii ale lui asa ca am ales una tot la intamplare, "Alone":
"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 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, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
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."

Sa fie oare doar o coincidenta?