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Monday, 4 March 2013
10:53:03 PM (GMT)
1.) Edgar Allan Poe, 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. 


2.) Emily Dickinson, CXII
I adore this poem, I wrote guitar music for it; 

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, til is seemed
That sense was breaking through. 

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, til I thought
My mind was going numb. 

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear, 
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

3.) I also love Shakespeare's sonnets, but I don't have any books of them
unfortunately :c
I'll post those later~

Comments 
‹Dyne› says:   5 March 2013   860098  
These are two good choices for favorites.  I fell in love with
Dickinson's writings myself awhile back, back when they depressed the
hell out of me, haha.  Her time and eternity series of poems really
got my mind consumed with the fear of dying.  It was later when I saw
the light in the poetry, which made me appreciate the finiteness of
life and inevitable finality of death.

But enough of my ramblings, heh.
 
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says:   5 March 2013   341520  
@FinalDyne 

that was interesting tho, thank you 
 
Sheesh says:   28 March 2013   917634  
atleast you didnt list the raven by edgar allan poe i was gonna be
like. ugh typical.
 
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says :   29 March 2013   985858  
@Sheesh 

The Raven is okay but absolutely nothing can ever beat Annabel Lee. 
 
 
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