Annabel Lee

Insomnium, "Drawn to black"

 Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades
Swathed in regrets, deluded astray
Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair
Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair

Rending and searing and twisting my dreams
Alone in the gloom with the nightmares unseen

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done

Worthless the pledges, all vows but lies
Fateful her kisses, where a serpent hides
First beckoned to step from the twilight to glare
Then left in the dark for the demons to share

Only the stars see, only the moon hears

And quietly the water-lilies sigh
Like the last breath of a weary soul
And the weed sway in the dreary waters
Like a girl's dark hair they wave about

And the black stones under my bare feet
Cold and smooth like her milk-white palm
And the silence which falls upon this shore
Resounds now louder than oncoming storm

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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.

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Uwielbiam dzieła E. A. Poe. Nie dlatego że był wybitnym pisarzem ale dlatego że oddawał uczucia w tak piękny i poetycki sposób. Miłość jest najpiękniejszym a zarazem najsmutniejszym elementem życia każdego człowieka. Za każdym razem kiedy czytam ten wiersz lub słyszę tę piosenkę zastanawiam się co tak naprawdę stało się z Annabel Lee. Narrator niewątpliwie kochał ją ponad życie a to co przedstawiono okazało się tylko ułamkiem bólu jaki mu towarzyszył. Moje serce rozdziera wielka tęsknota, tęsknota za domem który zbudował mi człowiek, tak delikatny i niepozorny a jednocześnie wiele mnie uczący. Chociażbym powiedział jej swoje uczucia we wszystkich językach ludzi, chociażbym ułożył tysiąc wierszy i chociażbym wszystko co tylko można zrobić dla drugiego człowieka to do zaoferowania mam tylko dwa słowa które ona doskonale zna. Tylko te dwa słowa mogę jej zaoferować i chciałbym aby ani ludzie, ani serafy, ani demony nie zabrały mi mojej Annabel Lee ponieważ jest ostatnim bastionem mojego człowieczeństwa, domem i tylko w jej oczach widziałem to, czego słowa nie wyrażą: "Hús mitt stendur á grćnu grasi yfir Blátt lón afgirt frá the hvíla af the veröld er gullna girđing"