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Shvoong Home>Books>Poetry>Review on “Dreamland” by Edgar Allan Poe Review

Review on “Dreamland” by Edgar Allan Poe

Book Review   by:akso6o175     Original Author: Andy Kester Sawian
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The narrator narrated his experience whereby he traveled in his dream by a route that was obscure and lonely. It was a dark path that was haunted by only the ill angels of darkness. Here an Eidolon; an apparition, a figure, an image; name ‘Night’ reigns upright on a black throne. The narrator had reached these lands from a newly ultimate dim Thule; according to ancient belief is the farthest and northern most limits of the habitable world; a wild weird clime that lied and sublime out of space and out of time. Here he discovered the bottomless valley overflowed with boundless floods. The chasm caves and Titan woods where no man has been before. Like tears that drip all over, the waters from the mountains toppled evermore into the seas without a shore. The seas that restlessly aspire and surging unto skies of fire. The lakes that endlessly out-spread their lone, still, chilly and dead waters covered with snows of the lolling lily.
On the mountains near the river that is ever lowly murmuring by the grey woods and the swamps where the toad and the newt are encamped. Nearby the dismal tarns and pools where the ghouls dwell by each most unholy spot and a melancholic strive in each nook. There the traveler meets the aghast sheeted memories of the past that starts and sighs in shrouded forms as they pass the wanderer by. Yet in agony, the white robed forms of friends were long given to Earth and Heaven.
It is a peaceful and soothing region for the heart whose woes are legion. The Spirit that walks in shadow just like an Eldorado; ‘the golden’: a legendary city of treasure in Spanish America-hence any prize but unattainable goal; yet the traveler traveling through it may not dare openly view it. Its mysteries are never exposed to weak human eye when it opens. This was also the will of the ruling king who had forbid the uplifting of the fringed lid. Hence the sad soul that passes by from here beholds it only through the darkened glasses. At the end of the dream, the narrator returned home to the real world from the dream land via the same route that was obscure, lonely and haunted by the ill angels of darkness, where an Eidolon named ‘Night’ reigned upright on a black throne. Now he has wandered back home from this newly ultimate dim Thule.


Published: September 24, 2010   
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