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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 high-born 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 one 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.

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Dragonrouge
02:20 Apr 30 2009

Great!I love this guy!He is has a constelation up there on that big Bysantine roof we call sky.



You made me remember Stuart Gordon`s movie...

A black cat.



;))

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Lordpeace
21:28 May 03 2009

i love poe and my butterfly lives near his home in the bronx

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I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it----



A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot



A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine

Jew linen.



Peel off the napkin

0 my enemy.

Do I terrify?----



The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.



Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me



And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.



This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.



What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see



Them unwrap me hand and foot

The big strip tease.

Gentlemen, ladies



These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,



Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.



The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all.

I rocked shut



As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.



Dying

Is an art, like everything else,

I do it exceptionally well.



I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I've a call.



It's easy enough to do it in a cell.

It's easy enough to do it and stay put.

It's the theatrical



Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:



'A miracle!'

That knocks me out.

There is a charge



For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart----

It really goes.



And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood



Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.



I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby



That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.



Ash, ash ---

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----



A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.



Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.



Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

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MetalBear
17:42 Apr 27 2009

Indeed that was deep and i have enjoyed my time here to read. thank you for posting, ill be back im sure.

MB

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Nin
21:41 Apr 27 2009

Than you too. You are always welcome MB.

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Dragonrouge
02:11 Apr 30 2009

A bit strange but I couldn`t help adding this.

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Nin
16:23 Apr 30 2009

:)

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I'm nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!

They'd advertise -- you know!



How dreary to be somebody!

How public like a frog

To tell one's name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

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Dragonrouge
18:08 Apr 24 2009

I just adore Emily Dickinson!

She was a great woman and an exquisite poet!

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Nin
21:40 Apr 27 2009

Yes...She is the first poet who inspired me to write poems...

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Lordpeace
21:30 May 03 2009

emily i learned her ages ago



safe upon the solid rock

the ugly houses stand

come and see my shining palace

built upon the sand





my candle burn at both ends

it will not last the night

but ahh my foes and oh my friends

it gives a lovely light



come visit

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