An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles- ephemeral and so transparent-
But this is, now- you may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortal- all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed within 't.

by Edgar Allan Poe

Comments (6)

Good Imagery. nice to read this
well expressed about how you want to travel along the nature's road of bee and butterfly Emily..feel overwhelmed of your great imageries- 10
A beautifully envisioned great poem with a fantastic flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing it here.
A road with velvet horizons
Very interesting poem. Love it :)
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