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 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.
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Somehow you managed to cut and paste a (nice) poem and yet it still has a typoPlease Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I checked the original poem and from the source that I checked it at least, there was no typo. The typo in the one you posted is "you fingertips" rather than "your fingertips"Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I hope the hurricane winds and rain in your area aren't too bad tonight.
Gah! Good catch! And, the gusty winds and incessant rain for hours is a little concerning, but hoping it remains a tropical storm, and doesn’t sneak into a hurricane.
(once like a spark) if strangers meet life begins- not poor not rich (only aware) kind neither nor cruel (only complete) i not not you not possible; only truthful -truthfully,once if strangers(who deep our most are selves)touch forever (and so to dark) ee cummings
I wonder if it's a play on words and we are to shift the words in our minds to read ''who deep are most our selves.'' It stirs in me the truth that when we are our most authentic selves, then we can have the most authentic friendships, relationships, etc.
I agree with the sentiment of the overall poem and you are probably right about that phrase as well. It's been a while since I've read a lot of poems.
Haiku? Is an incomplete haiku still a haiku or what . . . Stoned haiku I carve stone haikus Immeasurable years pass Some are erased . . .
The setting sun Sets in the West The setting sun I like the best The rising sun Rises in the East The rising sun I like the least Michael345 Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Moon The Moon in the Sky It pleases my eye To stand again on the shore Of the Sea of Tranquility And tame as before Its barren sterility We take more than million Of those One Small Steps Nay a trillion Of our frail footsteps Magnificent Desolation We call the view And the name of our station For housing our crew Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
"Drink deep, drink deep of quietness, And on the margins of the sea Remember not thine old distress Nor all the miseries to be. Calmer than mists, and cold As they, that fold on fold Up the dim valley are rolled, Learn thou to be.” ― Robinson Jeffers Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
“You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.” ― David Whyte
“Love, be mystical as the flickering blue flame of night as the fully-awoken moon beneath cobwebs of passing clouds amidst chanting high-tides fuzzy, as my blanket big enough to illuminate a hundred thousand billion galaxies and just small enough to fit into my embrace.” ― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence