Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Poetic Wednesday Again Already?

My sister has been here and we have been busy playing with her jeep and our cameras. I have noticed I am even behind on blogging. So I am letting my friend Heatherbelle lead off this week's Poetic Journey.

Never on Sunday

The Adventures of Dangerous Meredith


For my contribution to this poetic Wednesday I give you a familiar poem by Poe.

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 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 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe


  1. What a beautiful wild flower you've captured
    growing from the rocky crevice; what is it
    called? Surely, not Annabel Lee, but that could be a most fitting name for such a lovely!

  2. I remember this well and am pleased to see it posed here.

  3. I always loved Poe because he was a little dark even with is love poems. I did not like hearts and flowers as a child. Thought them too sissy.

  4. Every time I read this poem, which I love by the way, it reminds me of Play Misty For Me with Clint Eastwood. Do you remember that movie..one of my old favourites.

  5. Oh boy I remember Play Misty for Me!!


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