Happy Monday dear readers! Only one Monday left till Halloween!!! And today we will continue to read yet another fascinatingly and breathtaking Gothic poem about a tragic love! Also this poem is Laura's favorite Poe poem so without any hesitation!
Today we are reading:
ANNABEL LEE BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Let's get to know Edgar Allan Poe:
Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism
in the United States and American literature and he was one
of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. Poe's best known fiction works are Gothic, a genre that he followed to appease the public taste.
His most recurring themes deal with questions of death, including its
physical signs, the effects of decomposition, concerns of premature burial, the reanimation of the dead, and mourning.
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
This poem is so heartbreaking and beautiful I cannot stop listening to it. For the past months I have been in this super Gothic, horror mood and this poem is just so simply wonderful by using simple words to denote the powerful power of love that the narrator feels for this girls, and the powerful power of death that takes her away. To make the impression even more deeper I present to you my darling readers the reading of this poem! Listen, inhale and let me know what you think :)
What did you think of ANNABEL LEE?
