An Enigma

Poem By Edgar Allan Poe

"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.

Comments about An Enigma

A good start with a nice poem, Edgar Allan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Title of this poem is a mystery poem is coded with wonderful lines. Many reviewers have given their feedback and Frank Avon has tried reveal the mystery behind. This poem is very wonderful poem...10
I read that this poem has an anagram in it of the name Sarah Anna Lewis (also known as Stella) . She was an poet whose husband paid Poe $100 to write a review of her work. He did but he also told friends that Lewis was a fat, gaudily-dressed woman. I am still looking for the anagram- -maybe that is why this poem is titled An Enigma.
Seldom we find, says Solomon Don Dunce, well done by Edgar Allan Poe
Muse! ! Concealed within. Thanks for sharing.

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