Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan 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. was I was
a hild and she was a hild, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love! I and my Annabel Lee! "ith a love that the wing#d sera$hs of %eaven &oveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a loud, hilling 'y beautiful Annabel Lee; (o that her highborn kinsmen ame And bore her away from me, To shut shut her u$ in a se$ulhre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so ha$$y in %eaven, "ent envying her and me! )es*!that )es*!that was the reason +as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea That the wind ame out of the loud by night, &hilling and killing my m y Annabel Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love -f those who were older than we! -f many far wiser than we! And neither the angels in %eaven above or the demons down under under the sea &an ever dissever my soul from the soul -f the beautiful Annabel Lee; /or the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams -f the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes -f the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night0tide, I lie down by the side -f my darling!my darling!my life and my bride, In her se$ulhre there by the sea! In her tomb by the sounding sea.
(tan1as 23-h, ome to me in dreams, my love*34 -h, ome to me in dreams, my love* I will not ask a dearer bliss; &ome with the starry beams, my love, And $ress mine eyelids with thy kiss. 5Twas thus, as anient fables tell, Love visited a 6reian maid, Till she disturbed the sared s$ell, And woke to find her ho$es betrayed. But gentle slee$ shall veil my sight, And Psyhe5s lam$ shall darkling be, "hen, in the visions of the night, Thou dost renew thy vows to me. Then ome to me in dreams, my love, I will not ask a dearer bliss; &ome with the starry beams, my love, And $ress mine eyelids with thy kiss.
Love Song
By "illiam &arlos "illiams
I lie here thinking of you7! the stain of love is u$on the world* )ellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves, smears with saffron the horned branhes that lean heavily against a smooth $ur$le sky* There is no light only a honey0thik stain that dri$s from leaf to leaf and limb to limb s$oiling the olors of the whole world! you far off there under the wine0red selvage of the west*
Lunchbox Love Note
By 8enn esbitt
By 'ary "ollstoneraft (helley
Inside my lunh to my sur$rise a $erfet heart0sha$ed love note lies. The outside says, 9"ill you be mine: and, 9"ill you be my valentine: I take it out and wonder who would want to tell me 9I love you. Perha$s a girl who5s muh too shy to hand it to me eye to eye. -r maybe it was sweetly $enned in $rivate by a seret friend "ho found my lunhbo< sitting by and slid the note in on the sly. -h, I5d be thrilled if it were =o, the ute one in the seond row. -r ould it be from =ennifer: %as she found out I5m sweet on her: 'y mind5s abu11, my shoulders tense. I need no more of this sus$ense. 'y stomah lurhing in my throat, I o$en u$ my little note.
Then wham* as if it were a bomb, inside it reads, 9I love you!'om.
I Am Offering this Poem
By =immy (antiago Baa
I am offering this $oem to you, sine I have nothing else to give. 8ee$ it like a warm oat when winter omes to over you, or like a $air of thik soks the old annot bite through, I love you, I have nothing else to give you, so it is a $ot full of yellow orn to warm your belly in winter, it is a sarf for your head, to wear over your hair, to tie u$ around your fae, I love you, 8ee$ it, treasure this as you would if you were lost, needing diretion, in the wilderness life beomes when mature; and in the orner of your drawer, tuked away like a abin or hogan in dense trees, ome knoking, and I will answer, give you diretions, and let you warm yourself by this fire, rest by this fire, and make you feel safe I love you, It5s all I have to give, and all anyone needs to live, and to go on living inside, when the world outside no longer ares if you live or die; remember, I love you.
[Do you still remember: falling stars] Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926
>o you still remember7 falling stars, how they lea$t slantwise through the sky like horses over suddenly held0out hurdles of our wishes!did we have so many:! for stars, innumerable, lea$t everywhere; almost every ga1e u$ward beame wedded to the swift ha1ard of their $lay, and our heart felt like a single thing beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliane! and was whole, as if it would survive them*
