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NaPoWriMo — April 25

Today, a posting of two poems, for the pleasure of comparison (and to be sure to include all the poems shared by Just Poets in the remaining 6 days of April):   the first, the brilliant two-liner by Ezra Pound, offered by Donna Marbach; the second, by Edgar Allen Poe, offered by Jane Black.  

In a Station of the Metro

The  apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.   — by Ezra Pound

 

Why I like this poem:  This is a wonderfully concise poem (2 lines, 14 words), that is rich in imagery and filled with  poetic devices such as rhyme (Petals,wet ), alliteration (black, bough) and assonance (crowd, bough).  This little poem manages to give us a quick, bustling image of the Parision subway in the first line, then immediately turns it into a contrasting (and very peaceful) image of nature.  Wow!  It is an example of truly finding all the “best words in best order.” — Donna Marbach

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ANNABEL LEE   by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

T’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 wingèd seraphs in Heaven

Coveted her and me.

 

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wing 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 sepulcher

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 sepulcher there by the sea–

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

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“This is my favorite poem and also the first poem I memorized. It still sends a calming peace through my bones imagining Poe mourning his lost love as he follows her to the grave. I am in awe of the simplistic beauty found in Annabel Lee.” – Jane Black

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