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    Mijne is denk ik (momenteel) Annabel Lee van Edgar Allan Poe



    Annabel Lee [Ook te lezen via die link, met muziek.] (:

    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.


    © Edgar Allan Poe


    Ik vind dit zó inspirerend en oneindig mooi! (H)
    So, I showed you mine. Now show me yours!


    The two best teachers are love and pain. - Andrea Haskell

    het is niet echt een gedicht, het komt uit een lied maar ik vind het echt prachtig:

    f you read this line,
    remember not the hand that wrote it
    Remember only the verse,
    songmaker's cry the one without tears
    For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
    Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
    Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
    The sweet piano writing down my life

    Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
    Show me love, hold the lorn
    So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
    I'm sorry
    Time will tell
    this bitter farewell
    I live no more to shame
    nor me nor you

    And you
    I wish I didn't feel for you anymore...


    Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall

    Flanders Field by John McCrae


    Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

    Everest schreef:
    Flanders Field by John McCrae


    Plaats hem ook hier? (:


    The two best teachers are love and pain. - Andrea Haskell