monday....rawr
Ok bare with me, this poem is awesome when you understand it. imma explain it cause im all about the symbolism, it all just clicks...
"The Haunted Palace" -Poe
In the greenest of our valleys, <----ok the poem is about a face. first stanza kinda says that
by good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
over fabric half so fair
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
on its roof did float and flow <-----hair, blonde hair. a white chick/or dude.
(this-and all this-was in the olden
time long ago;
and every gentle air that dallied,
in that sweet day,
along the ramparts plumes and pallis,
a winged odor went away. <-----ok the odor is either perfume or i was thinking, feramones
Wanderers in that happy valley
through two luminous windows saw
spirits moving musically,
to a lute's well-tuned law; <-----eyes.
round about a throne, where sitting
(porphyrogene!) <-------this means like royalty or something-"the purple"
in state his glory well befitting,
the ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing <----------pearl.ruby...the mouth.
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty <--------Echoes=thoughts
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
To wit and wisdom of their king. <------the king is the mind-where thoughts transfer
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow <--------ok, then the guy/girl died. dead dead dead
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) maybe not exactly DIED, but something changed and
And round about his home the glory the soul was gone or personality maybe
that blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically <-----------red-litten=blood shot
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door; <---------once red lips are now pale
A hideous throng rush out forever,
and laugh-but smile no more. <----------deeeeeep
ok thanks for those of you who read the whole thign and my inane comments. i just really like it when thigns make senseon levels or whatever. yay
"The Haunted Palace" -Poe
In the greenest of our valleys, <----ok the poem is about a face. first stanza kinda says that
by good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
over fabric half so fair
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
on its roof did float and flow <-----hair, blonde hair. a white chick/or dude.
(this-and all this-was in the olden
time long ago;
and every gentle air that dallied,
in that sweet day,
along the ramparts plumes and pallis,
a winged odor went away. <-----ok the odor is either perfume or i was thinking, feramones
Wanderers in that happy valley
through two luminous windows saw
spirits moving musically,
to a lute's well-tuned law; <-----eyes.
round about a throne, where sitting
(porphyrogene!) <-------this means like royalty or something-"the purple"
in state his glory well befitting,
the ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing <----------pearl.ruby...the mouth.
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty <--------Echoes=thoughts
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
To wit and wisdom of their king. <------the king is the mind-where thoughts transfer
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow <--------ok, then the guy/girl died. dead dead dead
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) maybe not exactly DIED, but something changed and
And round about his home the glory the soul was gone or personality maybe
that blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically <-----------red-litten=blood shot
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door; <---------once red lips are now pale
A hideous throng rush out forever,
and laugh-but smile no more. <----------deeeeeep
ok thanks for those of you who read the whole thign and my inane comments. i just really like it when thigns make senseon levels or whatever. yay