I lived from 1793-1823. I was from Sweden, and am in the European category.
Erik Johan Stagnelius was born in Gardslosa parish in Oland, Sweden. Stagnelius and his family lived there until 1810 when his father became bishop in Kalmar. Erik Johan Stagnelius always returned to his childhoods climes, both in reality and in his imagination.
It´s said that Erik wasn´t like other children, that even as a youngster he was a dreamer. He learned to read very early and that became one of his favorite passtimes. He prefered the solitude and spent much of his time reading books from the city library.
Erik studied in Lund 1811, but the year after he moved to Uppsala to study and 1814 he graduated as assistant. 1815 he got an unpaid job in Stockholm as copyist, but he didn´t work there long. He suffered a heart disease and the place as copyist wasn´t inspiring. Tradition says that he became addicted to opium to get rid of the pain that the heart disease caused. He died in his home in Stockholm when he was only 29 years old on April 03, 1923.
Eriks poetical works is often coloured by thoughts that all the things human experience in our material world isn´t complete, but in the world of ideas exists the eternal and perfect things.
Bibliography and image source: kalliope.org
It´s said that Erik wasn´t like other children, that even as a youngster he was a dreamer. He learned to read very early and that became one of his favorite passtimes. He prefered the solitude and spent much of his time reading books from the city library.
Erik studied in Lund 1811, but the year after he moved to Uppsala to study and 1814 he graduated as assistant. 1815 he got an unpaid job in Stockholm as copyist, but he didn´t work there long. He suffered a heart disease and the place as copyist wasn´t inspiring. Tradition says that he became addicted to opium to get rid of the pain that the heart disease caused. He died in his home in Stockholm when he was only 29 years old on April 03, 1923.
Eriks poetical works is often coloured by thoughts that all the things human experience in our material world isn´t complete, but in the world of ideas exists the eternal and perfect things.
Bibliography and image source: kalliope.org
My poetry
- The evening is festooned with golden clouds
the fairies dance in the meadow24 lines, 4 comments - O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!14 lines - Friend, in the desolate time, when your soul is enshrouded in darkness
When, in a deep abyss, memory and feeling die out,16 lines, 1 comment
