Annabell Lee

Booper Dooper and welcome to my third blog post! I have gotten a couple requests to do a post about myself, I have no issue in doing that so I will make a small bio for my next post. This post will feature a poem by Edgar Allen Poe, who is one of my biggest inspirations yet. His poem, Annabelle Lee, is the current inspiration behind a poem I am working on. I haven't gotten very far in mine due to being very busy lately but its a work in progress. Annabelle Lee was written in Poe's classic style that followed the death of a beautiful young woman, it has been said that he wrote the poem after his wife passed away as a legacy to her life.  I really enjoy the poem because even though it is dark and morbid it shows he had a big heart and truly loved his wife. I have a book with everything Edgar Allen Poe has ever written, though it is a very large book, it is a great read for someone interested in his work. The title is "The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe" and can be found on Amazon, or at a Barnes and Noble store! Below is the start to my poem inspired by Annabel Lee and after my poem I will add Annabelle Lee as well. Hope you enjoy and I will hopefully finish my poem soon so I can post it! Pip pip tu doodly doo and have a wonderful day/night!

Here is the beginning of my poem, all I have is the first four lines.

The world is getting darker,

the voices are louder

 I'm not scared of death,

but what comes after.

 

Now I will post the amazing poem behind the premise of my own, Annabelle Lee written by Edgar Allen Poe, 1849.

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.