Poemas De Edgar Allan Poe

Poemas :
Alone
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

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 thesame 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 drawnFrom 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 ofgold,
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.

Sólo"Desde el tiempo de mi infancia no he sido
Como otros eran, no he visto
Como otros veían, no pude traer
Mis pasiones de una simple primavera.
De la misma fuente no he tomado
Mi pesar, no podríadespertar
Mi corazón al júbilo con el mismo tono;
Y todo lo que amé, yo lo amé solo.
Entonces -en mi infancia- en el alba
De la vida más tempestuosa, se sacó
De cada profundida de lo bueno y lomalo
El misterio que todvía me ata:
Del torrente, o la fuente,
Del risco rojo de la montaña,
Del sol que giraba alrededor de mí
En su otoño teñido de oro,
Del rayo en el cielo
Cuando pasabavolando cerca de mí,
Del trueno y la tormenta,
Y la nube que tomó la forma
(Cuando el resto del cielo era azul)
De un demonio ante mi vista".
The happiest day, the happiest hour
Edgar Allan Poe(1809-1849)

The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But theyhave vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still,...