This Post by L.Leander, Author of Fearless Fiction
I had a Black Friday post all ready to go but my internet has been acting up so I am going to share a favorite poem with you instead. I love poetry and have written many songs and poetry, but it seems that in the last few years I have neglected to read much poetry. As I worked on an art journal last week I pulled out an old book that I use for quotes and the like and there it was. One of my favorite all-time poems. Annabel Lee by Edgar Alan Poe.
It was if an old friend I hadn’t seen for many years showed up at my doorstep and I was very glad to see her. That’s how I felt when i opened the book and it landed on this poem. As I read it I was filled with the same wonder and love for Poe as I had the first time I read it. You may not share my love of Poe’s works, but I enjoy his works very much, as well as the works of many other poets.
I share this with you in hopes it will bring a rememberance of a time when you first heard a poet and style you liked.
by Edgar Allen 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 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 my 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.
It is with regret that I write this last post on Writing Wranglers and Warriors. I have thoroughly enjoyed working with Cherley and all of you, but I don’t have enough time to go around and my own work is suffering. I’m glad someone is taking over and the blog will go on. I’ll check in as often as I can. Best of luck to all of you in the coming year!
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