Wednesday, February 25, 2009




Thursday, February 12, 2009

I was presented a copy of this poem many years ago as a testament of deep love ,I was totally swept of my feet , at first when I read it it it seemed a touch macabre , I read it several times and then truly got the feeling behind it , well for me anyway ,take in consideration the time in which it was written you may enjoy it . The explanation below the poem here was not present so I let my imagination feed on it , it is now one of my favorites and I believe I have posted it before .


Anyway in Honour of all the lovers out there that have loved deeper than any passion they ever thought imaginable , This one is for Valentines ,Yes I am Early !XO


but I am hoping to be busy on That day ;- )





1849


Annabel Lee


BY


Edgar Allan Poe


This poem appeared in The International Miscellany."Annabel Lee" is generally credited to represent Poe's young wife, Virginia Clemm.
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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 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.
-The End


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Author
Edgar Allan Poe






"Annabel Lee" is the last complete poem composed by American author Edgar Allan Poe. Like many of Poe's poems, it explores the theme of the death of a beautiful woman The narrator, who fell in love with Annabel Lee when they were young, has a love for her so strong that even angels are jealous. He retains his love for her even after her death. There has been debate over who, if anyone, was the inspiration for "Annabel Lee." Though many women have been suggested, Poe's wife Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe is one of the more credible candidates. Written in 1849, it was not published until shortly after Poe's death that same year.

Annabel Lee
The poem's narrator describes his love for Annabel Lee, which began many years ago in an unnamed "kingdom by the sea." Though they were young, their love for one another burned with such an intensity that angels became jealous. For that reason, the narrator believes, the angels caused her death. Even so, their love is strong enough that it extends beyond the grave and the narrator believes their two souls are still entwined. Every night, he dreams of Annabel Lee and sees the brightness of her eyes in the stars. He admits that every night he lies down by her side in her tomb by the sea.


(credit to Wikipedia )


post note :


Tuberculosis was a dreaded disease in the 19th century, one to which not only Poe's wife succumbed, but also his mother. When Virginia Poe came down with this disease, there were no sanitariums or antibiotics with which to cure her. It was not even known at this time that tuberculosis was highly contagious.As Virginia's condition worsened, Poe moved his family in 1846, from crowded New York City, which he disliked, to the rural village of Fordham, which was then a part of Westchester County. It was hoped that the country air and healthier environment would bring about an improvement in Virginia's health. He rented a cottage that had been built around 1812, which was owned by one John Valentine. The yearly rent was $100.00.

Virginia's health did not improve and she died in the small bedroom of the cottage on January 30, 1847.

Monday, February 02, 2009









I miss everyone , posting /Blogging I am still always catching up with everyone ,Hope to be on more soon :-)




Hoping everyone is Healthy and Happy and Hanging in there through the extreme weather that is being thrown at us all here on PLANET EARTH . From puddling at 40 C
to freezing at -40 , hope you all find a happy medium . know I am looking forward to our ten minutes of spring and thirty of summer LOL , Be safe and God Bless , I am going back into my igloo now the reception there is not great so I bid all a good night !!!

(for those humorously challenged , I do not actually live in an igloo ! LOL but living in Atlantic Canada I have been asked this many times , It may feel like it but it is not an igloo !LOL Happy medium to all , NIGHT)