[dragos c]
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.
[strelnikov]
it's dreamy weather we're on
you waved your crooked wand
along an icy pond with a frozen moon
a murder of silhouette crows i saw
and the tears on my face
and the skates on the pond
they spell Alice
i disappear in your name
but you must wait for me
somewhere across the sea
there's a wreck of a ship
your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
and the raindrops on my window
and the ice in my drink
baby all i can think of is Alice
Genial Poe dar acum ca l-am descoperit pe Keats.. l-am pus deoparte. Uneori insa rememorez A dream within a dream..
RăspundețiȘtergerec'mon.. keats?
RăspundețiȘtergerede gustibus [iar poe nu e neaparat preferatul meu] dar totusi Romanticii englezi mi s'au parut intotdeauna overrated
ce foto adorabila! pe cand niste creatii personale , dl. dragos si dl. strelnikov? sau astea sunt "prelucrari" dupa?
RăspundețiȘtergerece "scumpa" e marioneta poe peste trupsorul lui lenore :)))))
RăspundețiȘtergere(cuvant de trecere:alsylyop , ceva cu als)
si proza?
asta si gata: poza parca are ceva legatura cu perioada de inceput, aia buna a lui tim burton:)
RăspundețiȘtergerece misogini...
RăspundețiȘtergeremai bine puneti mina pe o emily dickinson, dracului, k le da clasa la toti ;P
parerea mea e ca as reciti metzengerstein acum, daca tot mi-ai reamintit de poe. cea mai nelinistitoare chestie despre cai, mda...
RăspundețiȘtergere@impricinatul: pai POVESTIRILE lui poe - da, clar! asta-i ziceam si eu lui dragos acu cva timp, da el nu & nu, o tine cu poezia... recunosc k e 'muzicala', da ;)
RăspundețiȘtergereSa nu exageram, monsieur Als! Emily Dickinson este tare, insa nu-i cea mai importanta voce a poeziei de limba engleza din secolul al xix-lea. Ce spuneti de Wordsworth si Colleridge, astia's mai prejos decat Emily?
RăspundețiȘtergerebalsem
@Richie - keats, hm...
RăspundețiȘtergere@murdoc - da, mie mi se pare proza romantica mai interesanta!
@impricinatul de corn - metzengerstein, da, mersi de amintire, si omul multimii.
@als - emily? no, thanks!
pai da, povestirile, ca e cu baudelaire... :)
@Anonim - mai, mai dar ce dueluri!
de 'colleridge' n-am auzit, poate coleridge ;)
RăspundețiȘtergeresincer, mi se par SUB emily (nu va ginditi la prostii, totusi!). crek singurul care poate sta bine-mersi pe acelasi raft cu dickinson este blake...
uf! filologii astia!
RăspundețiȘtergeredeh, ce sa-i faci.
RăspundețiȘtergerenu tot insista 'oierii mintii' cu 'specialistii'? :)