Da ma, deci nu ma dau in vanturi dupa poeme d’ammor de mis amores, de mi vida bla-bla, insa sunt un MARE fan al lui Edgar cel Allan si Poe (pe deasupra). Drept pentru care va prezint un poem de dragoste (hmm…in stilul morbid al lui Poe…) si daca tot sunt la tema asta, si unu’ misto de Shakespeare. Enjoy, ieste tare!

ANNABELLE LEE

Author: 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.

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 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 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.

Asa. Sa-i lasam pe cei doi indragostiti sa stea unu’ langa altu’ si in moarte si sa trecem mai departe. Aia de baiatu` Shakespeare…omu’ caruia n-am reusit sa-i citesc nicio opera in original…exceptand cateva de-astea mai scurte. Ca asta de mai jos. In Joy!

Sonnet 44

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan,
Receiving naughts by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.

Concluzia: Va iubesc. Pe toti. Pe rand.
Pa. Ma duc cu Buzz la bere/cafea/apa plata/lapte/ceai.