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Edgar Allan Poe

Posted on 2005.06.29 at 15:42

THE BELLS - by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

I -

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


II -

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


III -

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now–now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


IV -

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people–ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Comments:


Desiree
sugarplanet at 2005-06-30 00:19 (UTC) (Lien)
*sigh* how much do I love that man! But I like it when people read me his stuff, something about hearing it read by someone else...lovely.
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madman101 at 2005-06-30 17:47 (UTC) (Lien)

ah yessum

He so coo. He da man. He a crazy boozehead.

Well - I think he was an influence on my poetry. He's top notch. Righteous!

Perhaps I'll read him to you some day, or perhaps, nervermore - whateva...
Desiree
sugarplanet at 2005-06-30 18:54 (UTC) (Lien)

Re: ah yessum

Ha! I love it when people read to me, I'm an aural whore.
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madman101 at 2005-06-30 19:39 (UTC) (Lien)

Re: ah yessum

Hmmmm - you like aural sex?

Yeah, I'll never forget the days of Winnie the Pooh. I've read to a few kids. I tried A Christmas Carol once on some relatives/kids, but that was ended abrubtly by jealous siblings.

Sound is improtant to me, too - singing, tones, etc., and I'm sure my brain/memory uses sound a lot. When I began to recover from severe illness - the two main skills that came back to me, while everything else was retarded, was singing and writing.
Desiree
sugarplanet at 2005-07-01 00:56 (UTC) (Lien)

Re: ah yessum

Sweetheart, aural sex is the best.

I read Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass to my nephews. I used to when the elder one was about 5 or 6, read it to him to put him to sleep and we were reminiscing the other day and the younger one asked me why I didn't do that for him too. Aw, I was like I didn't know you wanted me to do that honey. So he basically guilted me into going to their house and reading to him at night now.

I'm an even mix of visual and auditory, when things are explained to me by voice while reading exactly what they're saying, I understand the best.
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madman101 at 2005-07-01 15:23 (UTC) (Lien)

Re: ah yessum

oh - sweet!

I'm big on word - words have to match reality, or I'm outta there. Well - you know - unless it's creativity that's goin on. What am I talking about?
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