#annabellee

!NEVERMORE FANART! What do we think?

regular ver and closed eyes ver!

just a little bit more and I will actually get a tattoo of Annabel Lee on myself

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 winged seraphs in Heaven

Coveted her and me

This was the reason that, long ago

In this kingdom by the sea

The winds blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee

So that her highborn 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 a 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 my beautiful Annabel Lee.

And so, all the nighttide, 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.

Annabel Lee (2013)

 Illustration for the Edgar Allan Poe’s poem.

“ 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. “

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Jack Kerouac at Staten Island Ferry wharf, we used to wander docksides under Manhattan’s bridges & thru truck parking lots along East River singing rawbone Blues, Leadbelly’s ”Black Girl” or Eli Eli, chanting Poe’s ”Annabel Lee” & shouting Hart Crane’s ”O Harp & Altar of the Fury fused!” or ”Atlantis” to Brooklyn Bridge’s traffic spanned above. Time of his Doctor Sax & The Subterraneans, Burroughs was in town, up from Mexico, New York Fall 1953. (photo & caption: Allen Ginsberg)