Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Poet Woes

One of my first loves as a reader was poetry. I love poetry and when a piece is done exquisitely, I am drawn into a world not even novel fiction can take me. Unfortunately, as I developed into a writer I realized I couldn't do poetry. All the words and emotions were inside, but I couldn't execute a perfect line to save my soul. It was a heartbreaking moment, but one that needed to happen. Because it freed me up to write other forms of literature.

Today, I want to share the poem that started my passion for poetry and also a little seed of dark prose. This would later grow into my love of writing speculative pieces with deep sub context.

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
(Written 1849, published after death)

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.


  1. I love this poem. My English teacher thought me strange because in seventh grade I chose to recite it at our program instead of reading one of my original stories. LOL Guess I'm not the only one who enjoys it.

  2. Yay for Poe! I did close to the same in school.

    Glad to see another fan of the poem.

  3. I love this poem...I memorized this in high school and reading it brought me right back there. Lisa