7 1849 October. Baltimore. Life was left there 170 years ago one of the greatest writers of world literature. It does not matter how many times you can talk about Edgar Allan Poe, the thousands of articles, books and studies on his figure that are published. It does not matter how many times theirs, their stories, stories, stories and poems are read. It does not matter if you continue to speculate about his destiny, his inspiration or his life, already told to infinity.
Edgar Allan Poe follow and will continue to fascinate any reader of the world that has taken even a single glance at his work. And more if it is a passionate about mystery, terror or darkness more absolute. Also of love beyond death or infinity. The legacy of his name will also be eternal. These are my 3 favorite poems that I share today in your memory: Annabel lee, Do you want them to love you? y A dream.
Surely we have all read them at some time, especially the most famous: Annabel lee. Or who hasn't heard the version made by Radio Futura?
Do you want them to love you?
Do you want them to love you? So don't lose
the course of your heart.
Only what you are you have to be
and what you are not, no.
So in the world, your subtle way,
your grace, your beautiful being,
will be endlessly praised
and love ... a simple duty.
Annabel lee
It was many, many years ago
in a kingdom by the sea,
there lived a maiden whom you may know
by the name of Annabel Lee;
and this lady lived with no other desire
than to love me, and to be loved by me.
I was a boy, and she a girl
in that kingdom by the sea;
We love each other with a passion greater than love,
Me and my Annabel Lee;
with such tenderness that the winged seraphim
they wept rancor from on high.
And for this reason, a long, long time ago,
in that kingdom by the sea,
a wind blew from a cloud,
freezing my beautiful Annabel Lee;
grim ancestors came suddenly,
and they dragged her far away from me,
until she is locked in a dark grave,
in that kingdom by the sea.
The angels, half happy in Heaven,
They envied us, her to me.
Yes, that was the reason (as men know,
in that kingdom by the sea),
that the wind blew from the nocturnal clouds,
freezing and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger, more intense
than that of all our ancestors,
greater than that of all the sages.
And no angel in his heavenly vault,
no devil under the ocean,
can never separate my soul
of my beautiful Annabel Lee.
Well the moon never shines without bringing me sleep
of my beautiful companion.
And the stars never rise without evoking
her radiant eyes.
Even today, when the tide dances at night,
I lie down next to my beloved, my beloved;
to my life and my beloved,
in his grave by the waves,
in his grave by the roaring sea.
A dream
Get this kiss on the forehead!
And, to get rid of a weight
before leaving, I confess
what did you get right if you believed
that my days have been a dream;
But is it less serious
hope is over
at night or in full sun,
with or without a vision?
Until our last endeavor
It's just a dream within a dream
Facing the roaring sea
what punishes this breaker
I have a tight palm
grains of golden sand.
They are few! And in a moment
they slip away from me and I feel
arise in me this lament:
Oh God! Because I can not
hold them in my fingers?
Oh God! If I could
save one from the tide!
Until our last endeavor
is it just a dream within a dream?