In a kingdom by the sea

[dahlia_moon]

So, it's Poetry Month and I get all kinds of giggly about it since I love poetry. 

I thought I'd share a *few* of my favorite poems throughout the month (or when I remember). There are a lot of good poems out there, but I do get nervous about sharing my favorite ones that I love to reread over and over again since my tastes are kind of out there and my favorite poems are the ones that have good imagery for me, or make me feel some kind of emotion, or if I just like the words. Poetry is different for everyone. ^_____^ But anyway maybe you might read something here that you might not have come across and like it.

First up is Edgar Allan Poe. And no, while I also like the Raven poem, my most favorite (there are quite a few of his that I like, actually) is Annabel Lee. This one is my favorite because I do like to pretend that it's about his wife/cousin. I think their romance is so sweet. I immensely like Edgar Allan Poe because he seems like such an interesting guy.

Annabel Lee

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.