Author's Note: This is a rough draft of my Literature project: Think Like Poe. Enjoy! (Constructive criticisms are, as always, appreciated.)
"Man is eyes, the rest is only flesh: But the true eyes are those that see the Friend; ... Merge the whole of yourself in your eyes, Go towards the vision, go towards the vision, go towards the vision."
Emerald, the precious mineral prized by the gods to an astounding degree, evoked--to my mirthless fancy--bittersweet memories of my late spouse Leandro. Regardless of the fateful occasion whence my beloved and I originally met, with which my feeble brain could barely even recall, I did know for certain that, as soon as I regarded his striking countenance, my hapless being drew vicious flames that flittered and fluttered in abysmal fervor of passion I had never before recognized. Thitherto, with a sentiment of profound and utterly remarkable vigor, I beheld him. I beheld him at a vigorous pace that I began to hunger for him. Thereupon, without further ado, my darling Leandro and I dotingly held each other's hands and took our vows in holy matrimony at the altar. An inner sense of untold bliss had engulfed my senses, at that point in time. It, in truth, deliberately infused my spirit with delight and wonder. In all likelihood, Leandro had relished a kind of heavenly mirth upon our sacred union, by which the stars from above may well shed a tear in shame.
Leandro and I, if I am not mistaken, had shared an ardor of love beyond measure and transcended all humanity, even the world beyond, with such fervent passion. He, whom I loved so much with grand ardency--with all my heart, with all my soul, and with all my mind--was, in essence, a man of transcendental promise, who brought me into his stately manor house bestowed by his forefathers, and off the beaten path from the horrid world out there. Not only did he revel in a natural flair for unnatural ideas regarding the mysteries of the cosmos, but he also took great pleasure in presenting me those peculiar notions of transcendentalism and mysticism. His mental power was beyond marvelous. In due course, I, nevertheless, became his apprentice to the great secret, in which both he and I are profoundly engrossed. In the face of the fact that he was a man uncontrived and immaculate as the ephemeral nature of breath he partook in our timeless bond, the exquisite charm of Leandro was akin to that of the great Adonis. The love that gave life to his heart was uncontaminated by hideous pretenses, and he possessed the sweetest and most charming voice that I had ever heeded in this lifetime. His murmurs were as soft and supple as a melodious tune more divine than all divinities, with which he habitually lulled me to sleep in the hours of darkness. His solemn devotion further enkindled in me a burning bosom of human emotions, which had grown bitter many moons ago. Love ultimately crossed the threshold of our quixotic souls. Amongst us, discourses of affection were supremely rare, given that the stillness alone convey unfathomable messages by our amorous hearts...
Hi! I haven't read your stuff in way too long - I had to revisit some. I read part 3 of this little narrative first... and I have to say, I was a bit confused ; ). Your grasp of vocabulary is obviously very refined, especially for our generation, but I felt at first that it was still too... melodramatically verbose.
That was, of course, until I realized that you were supposed to be writing like Poe : D. Makes a LOT more sense that way.
I like how you opened up this piece - a very dense meditation on one particular object. I have the sense, too, that it's not just done wantonly - you always have purpose in your descriptions. Maybe I'll have to read the rest, and then leave another comment, eh?
I hope school doesn't hold you for too long! I miss your poetry...
I was so happy to see you posting...i'm going to work my way through all the parts today....But the first one is awesome. Excellent imagery and word choices. Let me know what you get on this project. Sure looks like you put allot of time and creativity in these.