Annabel Lee - Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee - 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 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 high-born 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 one 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.

* plec spre mare...nu o voi cauta pe Annabel Lee, ma voi cauta pe mine, cel care a ramas cu ochii pironiti la mare anul trecut abia a avut curajul sa se desparta de tarmuri si de valuri...ma duc sa imi caut un strop de liniste si sa ascult Bolero-ul lui Ravel dimineata devreme pe plaja la Stuf...ma duc sa il caut pe prietenul meu bun Jagermeister, nu ne-am vazut de mult, si sa povestim la un pahar "nimicurile" din viata noastra...ma duc sa salut soarele dimineata la rasarit si sa-l petrec cu privirea pana apune...
** poezia de mai sus este una din preferatele mele si avand in vedere ca lecturile mele din ultima perioada i-au regasit pe Poe si pe multi altii ca el, m-am gandit sa impartasesc un dram din experientele mele cu voi...dupa vacanta revin cu o lista frumoasa si consistenta cu cartile acestei veri...