A couple of weeks ago, while I was in Toledo, OH performing Rachmaninov 2 with the Toledo Symphony and Stefan Sanderling I was visiting the local radio station and had a very interesting conversation with the host, Brad Cresswell. He reminded me of another interview I did last year at Boston’s WGBH with Cathy Fuller and of the poem by Edgar Allan Poe I quoted back then. Just like me, Brad loves this poem and was able to quote it by heart!I was genuinly happy he reminded me of it, and as soon as I got back to the hotel I found it on the internet and read it through several times.
It is indeed a wonderful work by Poe, called ‘Alone’. I fell in love with it when I was in my teens although not many people know it; it is hauting in its despair and comforting in the same time. Instead of analysing it …here it is, in its entirety :
ALONE, by Edgar Allan Poe
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.
Here are the links to the stream of both interviews where ‘Alone’ is mentioned: