Open Link Monday, with Magaly.
Love is a many splendorous thing, even when written on the heart sleeves of Edgar Allan Poe, in his poem
Annabel Lee.
Open Link Monday is for sharing a poetic work of our choosing, and today I'm sharing a love poem by this unexpected poet, Edgar.
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.
She was a child and I 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.
My thoughts on his devotion for Annabel Lee --
To Tell The Tale
of His Heart
by
Me. KMS
In a brief
Spring of compassion
they joined by the sea
they joined by the sea
The sweet illusion of his love,
his limits of virtue
Loving her was his bondage
his depth of affection
in a brief
throbbing ravage
unashamed affection
which enraptured and devoured his love,
now fled wildly from his heart
ending in a tomb by the sea.
ending in a tomb by the sea.
20 comments:
loved the two ducks 'in love'. :)
So poignant, and yet so childlike and full of innocence. Thank you for bringing back this sweet poem from an unexpected source!
You've helped me evolve my sense of Edgar Allan Poe here! And there seems to be some conspiring between the your blog, Colleen's post of skipping stone moon in a sky of sea, and the word Matins (I had to go look it up) from OranBlue's blog - that have me thinking of what you wrote here as a a morning liturgy on the dark night's love.
Some say she is buried in the old cemetery right here in my little town of Floyd VA.
i wonder if love is a "bondage" or a freedom!! maybe its a bondage we enjoy and hence mistake it for freedom!! beautiful Karen!
Poe really lifted the simple art of loving to the sublime. Your response shows a keen understanding of that devotion. I enjoyed your post very much.
To distill the essence of a poem is really a very good exercise I think.. and you have done that so well.
To distill the essence of a poem is really a very good exercise I think.. and you have done that so well.
"unashamed affection"
I can close my eyes and see him falling for her at an age when shame has no meaning.
And when I saw the word "tomb" I nodded. Somehow, I can't imagine a Poe-inspired poem without a a bit of death in it... Okay, I might be able to. Maybe I just don't want to...
Brilliant.
ducks make great pets
This is great, Karen. I love Poe, and you did him justice.
Unashamed affection... love... lust... passion... your work shares a lot with EAP's.
Your piece ends as solidly as a stone tomb
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
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Thanks for reminding me of this one and for your inspired piece. Great write.
I'm not into poetry much, but I love how you brought out the essence of the poem with your own thoughts. Nicely done!
You might like this adaptation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-SLSZ-9748
Cheers!
JzB
I love Poe and his "Anabel Lee" Beautiful synopsis in your unique voice.
I love it, Karen. Immediately I thought of my first and second grade sweetheart. Our sea was the storm cellar beside our eight-grade country school house. For the third grade her father placed her in a parochial school. She died before age 20, suicide. I never saw her after she left. ;)
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"Limits of his virtue..." Nice line, is that from you or Poe?
Annabele Lee is still a favorite of mine.
Your summation with your own touch was as good.
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