From childhood's hour I have not been  

hotcold33 51M
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6/21/2006 5:05 am

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From childhood's hour I have not been


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 lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry 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 roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd 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.

rm_kalanchoe88 55F

6/21/2006 8:27 am

This speaks to me. I've always felt that my 'eccentricities' came from within me as a child, and set me apart in some important ways from other people. I love words, sometimes get caught up in them, or fixate on them ("desecrating Elvis", "righteous dude for Jesus", a policeman who used the word "obviate"). I perseverate on some ideas, as well. Right now it's cultural memes, and sex. Anyway, thank you for the poem. (another thing to think about, yeah!)
Kala


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