To Be Loved Like Annabel Lee

I relish Edgar Allen Poe’s writings. I could say it’s because I grew up a Washingtonian (on the Virginia side) and Poe, although well traveled, was a hometown boy of sorts having spent many of his years in Richmond and Baltimore. As many of us know him from his masterful short stories, yet he was in essence, a latter day publicist’s nightmare.  He wrote in many different genres, many none of us have ever read or even thought to connect Poe to: suspense (duh!) comedy, adventure stories including pirate tales, detective tales, even love stories. Yes, stories and poems of love.

For me, I find Poe writings offer an illuminating look into the darkness of the human soul. His stories and poems push my thoughts to places I might not have comfortably gone without reading his words. Some readers will run from those places without confrontation of their fears; I, myself, find the darkness limitless and romantic.  His words push me to exam my fears to find an understanding and develop the strength of my character. At times, the darkness offers me a calmness and romantic view to feed my creativity, as with this poem, one of my favorites, Annabel Lee.

To be loved like Annabel Lee, to the point of unworldly jealousy, is it magic or myth . . . Can it be?

In the darkness of my heart and soul I crave to be loved so deep. Yet, in my mind, to be loved to the depth of crippling my loved one on my death, especially at such a young age as this poem suggests, is pushing the boundaries of love. I have witnessed others crippled by the loss of their spouse. In time, though, their hearts heal and their souls rejoice in love again . . . but . . . to the same depth? Do they love in the same way? Or is it a deeper, more mature love?

For now, I can only ponder these questions and these feelings for I have never loved nor been loved to the depth this poem reveals.


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.

She was a child and I 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 by night
  Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born 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 a cloud, 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 see 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 side of the sea.

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)

 

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2 Responses to “To Be Loved Like Annabel Lee”
  1. Jimmy says:

    Wonderful piece about a wonderful poem. Good job!

  2. Tom says:

    Wonderful perspective! Great piece!

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