Annabel
Hommikul pidin üht asja välja mõtlema ja muude sõnade seast hakkas kummitama vana mälestus E. A. Poe “Annabel Lee’st” ja tihti on ilusam see, mis jääb väljaütlemata, aga jõhker, kuidas mind viimasel ajal vaevavad asjad, mida mulle ei öelda ja mis siis, et minuga on see luuletus seotud sama palju kui ma ise kadedate inglitega, see tähendab üldse mitte; praegu on hea aeg sirvida võõraid jutte ning vaadata võõraid pilte ja unustada ennast vaarvanemate mustvalgetesse fotodesse tagasihoidlike pitskardinate varju mulluseid talvi lugema.
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 side of the sea.
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