Annabel Lee. by Edgar A. Poe 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 wingéd seraphs in 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 high-born 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.
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Notes: This was one of Poe’s last poems, and some think he wrote it for his wife Virginia who had passed away. I chose this poem to share because Poe always creates a sad and melancholy mood and I really enjoy the sound and rhythm of his poems as well as the way he uses language.
Leaning against the bristling bark, Leaving patterns in my skin, I rest my head against the towering tree, Crows crowing, Squirrels chasing each other’s tails, Running up the tree I now rested upon.
And I think to myself, Leaves, Red, Orange, Brown, Falling around my stone-cold figure.
And I think to myself, In all the galaxies in the immense blackness that covers what’s there, Never ending gloom, This world, Out of millions of known and unknown planets, Was chosen to contain life that’s Superior, Greater, Amazingly wild,
I fall down and rest in the sea of leaves. Watching the sun fade away, Hiding behind the mountains my father once climbed.
Watching the clouds, Show a painting drawn across the sky blue, Only made by the most patient hands, One of life’s greatest creations,
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
Info: I wrote this song by myself. I was inspired by the season fall and the popular song “What a Wonderful World”. This song is about a girl’s perspective of life as she’s outside in the fall. This poem is supposed to make you think about life and to savor it as much as you can.
The scorching hot sun hits my face It burns But still I soak it up as much as I can Daring it to set me on fire I've endured so much I thought my experiences Would shield me But they have disarmed me Instead The shining rays blinding me Illuminate my vulnerability I know I should turn away But I don't have the strength To extinguish my flame No power to make me Crumble I have so many flaws But still i'm indestructable
In the place where ancients live and the ancients live to die, The world has been changing too closely for their eye. Time and time again the past becomes the present, And when the future dares not tell, the world is undenied. A cave within a cavern, a hill within a hill… The ancient’s shall stay hidden until the world rings out anew. At the place the ancients thought and the ancients think no more, The world has been rising much higher than before. Now and then, then and now mix, and become a tide, And when the past comes ashore, it’s poison and shall thy hear no more. A dusk within a day, an age within a page… Once there may be harmony, the truth may conquer rage. In the place the world must sit to gather truth and lie. Where the human heart has finally opened to the page upon which ancients sign, They hope and love and love and hope for them to understand, That… The knowledge that had once been known was never really banned. A hill above a hill, a glen within a glen… The ancients are now free to know, and know to live again.
Notes: This poem was inspired from the ancient Hawaiian culture. I found that the Hawaiian people still preserved their beliefs. The world had changed so much I thought of what the gods they worshiped would have felt and how we would feel if the gods were real.
Annabel Lee.
ReplyDeleteby Edgar A. Poe
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 wingéd seraphs in 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 high-born 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.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Notes:
This was one of Poe’s last poems, and some think he wrote it for his wife Virginia who had passed away. I chose this poem to share because Poe always creates a sad and melancholy mood and I really enjoy the sound and rhythm of his poems as well as the way he uses language.
Leaning against the bristling bark,
ReplyDeleteLeaving patterns in my skin,
I rest my head against the towering tree,
Crows crowing,
Squirrels chasing each other’s tails,
Running up the tree I now rested upon.
And I think to myself,
Leaves,
Red,
Orange,
Brown,
Falling around my stone-cold figure.
And I think to myself,
In all the galaxies in the immense blackness that covers what’s there,
Never ending gloom,
This world,
Out of millions of known and unknown planets,
Was chosen to contain life that’s
Superior,
Greater,
Amazingly wild,
I fall down and rest in the sea of leaves.
Watching the sun fade away,
Hiding behind the mountains my father once climbed.
Watching the clouds,
Show a painting drawn across the sky blue,
Only made by the most patient hands,
One of life’s greatest creations,
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Info:
I wrote this song by myself. I was inspired by the season fall and the popular song “What a Wonderful World”. This song is about a girl’s perspective of life as she’s outside in the fall. This poem is supposed to make you think about life and to savor it as much as you can.
Dreams
ReplyDeleteHold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
I chose this poem because I read poems every night to soothe me. When I read poems it relaxes me, calms me, and it takes me away to a different place.
The scorching hot sun hits my face
ReplyDeleteIt burns
But still I soak it up as much as I can
Daring it to set me on fire
I've endured so much
I thought my experiences
Would shield me
But they have disarmed me
Instead
The shining rays blinding me
Illuminate my vulnerability
I know I should turn away
But I don't have the strength
To extinguish my flame
No power to make me
Crumble
I have so many flaws
But still i'm indestructable
The Place That Was
ReplyDeleteBy Francis Fedora
In the place where ancients live and the ancients live to die,
The world has been changing too closely for their eye.
Time and time again the past becomes the present,
And when the future dares not tell, the world is undenied.
A cave within a cavern, a hill within a hill…
The ancient’s shall stay hidden until the world rings out anew.
At the place the ancients thought and the ancients think no more,
The world has been rising much higher than before.
Now and then, then and now mix, and become a tide,
And when the past comes ashore, it’s poison and shall thy hear no more.
A dusk within a day, an age within a page…
Once there may be harmony, the truth may conquer rage.
In the place the world must sit to gather truth and lie.
Where the human heart has finally opened to the page upon which ancients sign,
They hope and love and love and hope for them to understand,
That…
The knowledge that had once been known was never really banned.
A hill above a hill, a glen within a glen…
The ancients are now free to know, and know to live again.
Notes: This poem was inspired from the ancient Hawaiian culture. I found that the Hawaiian people still preserved their beliefs. The world had changed so much I thought of what the gods they worshiped would have felt and how we would feel if the gods were real.