In Honor of Groundhog Day
I’m not hugely in to poetry, but Reya has put together a Groundhog Day (silent) poetry reading and I thought it would be fun to contribute. The poem that I have chosen is “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe. We studied Poe in my A.P. English class in high school. The boys in my class were assigned “The Raven” and the girls were assigned “Annabel Lee”. We not only studied the poems but also were required to memorize and recite the selections in class. I do not, unfortunately, remember much of what we studied and I certainly could not recite this from memory, but this poem has stuck with me since high school. I share it with you below.
Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan 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 winged 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 kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 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 the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan 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 winged 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 kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 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 the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
7 Comments:
I've got to settle down this a.m. and write my Reya piece.
By Washington Cube, at February 02, 2006 10:11 AM
Excellent. I've not thought about that poem in like 15 years.
By m.a., at February 02, 2006 11:31 AM
I like that you posted this. I just wrote about Poe on his birthday. Fascinating man, no?
By Washington Cube, at February 02, 2006 4:39 PM
Mr. Poe had his finger on the pulse of something really powerful - shadowy but so very very potent. I hadn't read this in years. It's kind of creepy but utterly fascinating. Great choice!
By Reya Mellicker, at February 02, 2006 7:47 PM
"But we loved with a love that was more than love-"
Beautiful.
By playfulinnc, at February 02, 2006 8:55 PM
Lovely to be reminded of this one.
I was gonna sign in from my new blog, not my old Blogger one which, while still up and running, is one I left behind last week. But your comments page only allows Blogger comments, which I haven't seen before.
So I will post my new URL here: http://spicycauldron.com
x
By Anonymous, at February 03, 2006 9:09 AM
MA-I think that after reading so many good selections yesterday that I need to get in to more poetry.
Cube-I loved what you wrote about Poe on his birthday. I find the annual mysterious visitor to his grave in Baltimore fascinating too.
Reya-I'm honored to have participated. Thanks for organizing the event. It is kind of creepy. I've always liked it though. I must have something for tortured souls as I'm a big van Gogh fan too.
Playful-A great line!
Spicy-Thanks.
By Blue Dog Art, at February 03, 2006 10:14 AM
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