Remembering Poe
Isn’ t it creepy how RL creeps into SL with
us sometimes, in the form of our moods, anxieties, fears or dreams.... Obvious
and inevitable, I know, but still.........
I was pondering on this just the other day, when I found myself in the beautiful
Bamboo Gardens of China. Beautiful, but very eerie as well. My mood gloomy and
down, I felt a little worried with RL issues of a definite nightmarish nature.
How appropriate this place seemed......with this mysterious, Dark and
overwhelming force of light, wind and energy pushing me on and on, so powerful
I could lean into it.It rendered me feeling utterly helpless and insignificant.
How vulnerable are we! Not at all in what we own but the more so in what
we love and cherish. I felt eyes and throat filling up as I remembered the
words of Edgar Allen Poe. How he described our hopeless inabillity to grasp and
hold on to all and everything we keep close to our heart. No matter how
fiercely we clench our fist, it all eludes us like grains of sand slipping
through our failing fingers.
Leaves me wondering; was Poe right? Is our Life, Real or Otherwise, just
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
E.A.Poe
Stylecard:
Blouse: Folded
Blouse [Floral Blue], GizzA
Shorts: Cotton
Shorts [Pastel Ocean], GizzA
Hair: Colbie,
Truth
Shoes: Ursula
Wedge, [GOS]
Jewellery: BANGBANG
set, Finesmith
Nails: Lilac,
Finesmith.
