AWESOME KNOX MARTIN -- 2006 ABSOLUTELY AWESOME KNOX MARTIN 4.jpgABSOLUTELY AWESOME KNOX MARTIN 3.jpg 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 lov'd alone. Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry deph of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, 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. Poe has told us what kind of a person he is in this beautiful, beautiful self-biographical short poem. Others may be writing volumes on that subject--not he! Unique,one in a million,melancholy,driven by his demons--that was Edgar Allan Poe. Unique, yes! But not so unique--for he reminds me of Vincent Van Gogh! Ben Taishing