Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Response: Omen

Annabel Lee
Edgar Allen Poe 

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.

Why this response?
In the photograph I see a girl with a dress being swept by the wind, with birds overhead.  I interpreted it as a seaside location, by the color tones and presence of birds (maybe seagulls?) 
The reason I chose this poem is because the poem is describing a lost love, which reminds us how temporary and fragile it is.  The girl (well, her dress) is being moved by the wind, showing her fragility and vulnerability to the elements.  In the poem, Annabel Lee is killed by a wind:
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Also, the choice to name the picture "Omen" hints that something (bad) is approaching, like the bad things that happened in the poem. 
Chills. 

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