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NaPoWriMo — April 28

Two poems from Pearl Rook and Jane Black, which speak to “calming” and remind me of the “Desiderata” (Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence…)

Pearl N. Rook  explains her choice this way: she sees it every day and it reminds her of a more gentle, slower-paced world, as well as a kind, softer one.

At last

with no tomorrow left… to borrow…

there is yet the endless past … to remember

in December…



“The old order changeth,”

   And that is good and right.

And yet, somehow, things never seem

   So magical at night

As when lamplighters used to come

   With sticks to light the light!

I still can see the bent old man,

   Who like a fairy story,

Could touch the lamp before our house

   And give it sudden glory!

                                    — Elizabeth Dawson


“The old order changeth… or does it …

Lamplighters still roam across the years…

only you and I … we call them poets.


Jane Black explains her choice this way:  “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.”

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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