Poetry Explored

I will admit, I have never been one to appreciate, or even read, poetry. However, as of late, I have had a sudden desire to make up for lost time and delve face first into poetry. I don't know, maybe in my mature old age I am beginning to appreciate the twists and tangles of word that poets so skilfully design into a beautiful rose; maybe I should be a poet myself. So here is the first of "Poetry explored."

A Dream Within A Dream

-Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?