Because I love reading I always thought that Literature would be my favorite class in school. Boy, was I wrong. I'm either extremely confused by author or bored. To. Death. The stories and poems never really made me express much emotion. Although there were three poems that made me go "Dude. That's awesome." Well, two did. The other I just liked for no apparent reason. They were good enough that I want to post them. Shocking.
The first is "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe. This was written about Poe's wife, Virginia Clemm, who died of tuberculosis.
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 Annable 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.
This second poem is "Long and Long Ago" by Martha Snell Nicholson. If you know me I think it'll be obvious why I like it so much...=)
Long ago the Lord looked down
Through the years to this small town,
The street, this house, and planned that I,
While I was living here, should try
To do His work and will, and so
He started, long and long ago,
To make this person which is I,
He watched and guided from the sky,
Had this one marry that, and He
Sometimes would make one cross the sea
To meet the one he was to wed.
Strangely, strangely they were led,
And strangely mixed, some Irish, Dutch,
Some Scotch, a little French, not much,
and English blood to some degree,
Till many races met in me
To give me just this mind and face.
And then He saved me, by His grace!
But then while He was making me
He had to make another. He
Knew that my weakness would need strength
And understanding through the length
Of pain-filled days and years. He knew
My coming helplessness. And too,
He knew that other would need me,
Through the magic of love's alchemy.
(For this, dear Lord, I give Thee praise.)
And so He worked His wonderous ways
Just as with me, to make this man,
And finish that which He began,
Until at last we two should stand,
The workmanship of His great hand.
And then in God's good time we met,
My love and I! We thank Him yet,
With grateful hearts, and love Him so
Because He worked thus, long ago!
*smiles* I really love that poem. It's definately one of my favorites.
I'm not really sure why this final poem caught my attention, but it did. I guess there's just something about it.
"The Look" by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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I'm sorry for potentially boring you. I just really love those poems. Maybe it's because I'm a sap and they were kind of sappy. Anyway, good day to you. *bows*
"I tried to write a poem for you but every word came with a tune. Who knew I could write a song?"
~Beside Myself-Redcast~
The first is "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe. This was written about Poe's wife, Virginia Clemm, who died of tuberculosis.
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 Annable 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.
This second poem is "Long and Long Ago" by Martha Snell Nicholson. If you know me I think it'll be obvious why I like it so much...=)
Long ago the Lord looked down
Through the years to this small town,
The street, this house, and planned that I,
While I was living here, should try
To do His work and will, and so
He started, long and long ago,
To make this person which is I,
He watched and guided from the sky,
Had this one marry that, and He
Sometimes would make one cross the sea
To meet the one he was to wed.
Strangely, strangely they were led,
And strangely mixed, some Irish, Dutch,
Some Scotch, a little French, not much,
and English blood to some degree,
Till many races met in me
To give me just this mind and face.
And then He saved me, by His grace!
But then while He was making me
He had to make another. He
Knew that my weakness would need strength
And understanding through the length
Of pain-filled days and years. He knew
My coming helplessness. And too,
He knew that other would need me,
Through the magic of love's alchemy.
(For this, dear Lord, I give Thee praise.)
And so He worked His wonderous ways
Just as with me, to make this man,
And finish that which He began,
Until at last we two should stand,
The workmanship of His great hand.
And then in God's good time we met,
My love and I! We thank Him yet,
With grateful hearts, and love Him so
Because He worked thus, long ago!
*smiles* I really love that poem. It's definately one of my favorites.
I'm not really sure why this final poem caught my attention, but it did. I guess there's just something about it.
"The Look" by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
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I'm sorry for potentially boring you. I just really love those poems. Maybe it's because I'm a sap and they were kind of sappy. Anyway, good day to you. *bows*
"I tried to write a poem for you but every word came with a tune. Who knew I could write a song?"
~Beside Myself-Redcast~
I noticed this was posted almost four years ago, but I literally love these poems. During my boredom in English class I stumbled upon Long and Long Ago by Martha Snell Nicholson and it touched me. I had to look it up online to read again and I also like the other two poems you posted.
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