| 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. |
Annabel Lee, de Edgar Allan Poe
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Nos meus Rinocerontes, hai una pequena homenaxe a Poe e a súa estraña morte, máis ben asasinato.Parece ser que foi víctima do cooping, un táctica electoral que consistía en embebedar aos cidadáns para inscribilos no censo e logo levalos votar. Con el pasaronse e matárono. O Mister B da miña novela dedicase de rapaz a este oficio nos peiraos de Nova York.
Existe unha extraodinarioa biogafía de Poe que relate todos estes feitos: Walter, Georges: Poe (biografía). Anaya & Mario Muchnik. Madrid, 1995. ISBN 84-7979-167-5
Ata o encabezamento do seu blogue, o de "facer da viaxe relato" de Docampo, leva á Narración de A. G. Pym.
Quen nos ía dicir que Poe foi unha das víctimas da democracia. Liberdade, cantos crimes se cometen no teu nome!!!
Por certo, poderíame dar o seu correo? (o meu é doado de deducir) Teño un turbio asunto que propoñerlle. ;-)
non o vas crer pero o meu eterno pseudónimo é annabel lee e tenho unha gata que se chama folerpa (folerpa edgar allan, para ser exactos)
estaba procurando folerpa sen mais no google para ver se saía unha páxina con fotos (si, sae) e topei-me con isto
tiña que comentar, claro
unha aperta
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