Edgar Allan Poe's poetry explores universal themes of loss, grief, and the nature of reality through works like 'Annabelle Lee' (a tragic love story), 'The Conqueror Worm' (life as a theatrical performance), and 'A Dream Within a Dream' (the illusion of existence), demonstrating how his masterful use of rhythm, repetition, and symbolism creates hauntingly beautiful explorations of human emotion and philosophical questions about life and death.
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Night time classic poetry reading
Added:by Edgar Ellen Poe on this uh live.
He's one of my favorite writers.
We'll start with a short one.
This one is called more.
Ah, broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown forever. Let the bell toll, a saintly soul floats on the stigian river, and guide of air hast thou no tear. Weep now or never more. See on your dreer and rigid buyer, low lies thy love, Lenor.
Come, let the burial right be read, the funeral song be sung. An anthem for the quliest dead that ever died so young. A durge for her the doubly dead and that she died so young.
Wretches ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride. And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her that she died.
How shall the ritual then be read? The reququum, how be sung by you? By yours the evil eye, by yours the slanderous tongue that did to death the innocence that died and died so young.
Pick a vimus, but rave not thus, and let a Sabbath song go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong. The sweet Lenor hath gone before with hope that flew beside, leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride. For her the fair and debonire that now so lowly lies. The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes.
The life still there upon her hair, the death upon her eyes.
Avant, tonight my heart is light. No durge will I up raise, but waft the angel on her flight with a pain of old days.
Let no bell toll, lest her sweet soul amid its hallow mirth should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned earth to friends above from fiends below. The indic the indignant ghost is riven from hell into a high estate far up within the heaven from grief and groan to a golden throne beside the king of heaven was Lenor.
What's going on Kain? Hope you're doing well.
of Valentine.
For her this rhyme is pinned, whose luminous eyes brightly expressive as the twins of Lea shall find her own sweet name that nestling lies upon the page and wrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines. They hold a treasure divine, a talisman, an amulet that must be worn at heart.
Search well the measure, the words, the syllables. Do not forget the trivialst point, or you may lose your labor. And yet there is in this no Gordian knot, which one might not undo without a saber, if one could merely comprehend the plot. and written upon the leaf where now our peering eyes scintillating soul where lie he hurt us three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing of poets by poets as the name is a poet's too its letters although naturally lying like the night Pinto Menddees fern Ferdinando still form a synonym for truth cease trying you will not read the riddle though you do the best that you can do.
Um, you were not here for my first live.
Actually, there wasn't anybody on my first live, but you are always most welcome here.
Thank you for whenever you did show up.
Um, Hamilton, I have never seen Hamilton. Normally I don't like things that take a departure um the um you know from from history. I like historically accurate stuff.
Um no you weren't watching. That's what I'm trying to tell you. You no one was on my first live.
Not you. Not anybody else but me. You showed up to the first one that you were on and I appreciate it. But the first one that I ever did, there was nobody there. Just me and the Lord.
Well, I promise you weren't there. So, the um women's rights in Afghanistan, how much time you've got.
Rainbow, what's going on?
Scuba Steve says you're basically a prostitute.
Uh, Scuba Steve, do tell do explain that. I I find that um humorous, so I will I will indulge you.
Please do do tell.
Oh, I got you. Like your f like you were the first one on the live. Is that what you're saying? Tonight? If so, yes, I think you were. I think you were. And if so, if that's what you meant, I misunderstood you and I'm sorry.
Okay.
Um um Scuba Steve says, "Shut your mouth when you speak to me." Okay, let's drop that.
How about that? Pretty good.
I thought that was pretty good.
All right. This one is called him.
At mourn, at noon, at twilight dim, Maria, thou hast heard my hymn. In joy and woe, in good and ill, mother of God, be with me still.
When the hours flew brightly by, not a cloud obscured the sky, my soul, lest it should truent be, by grace to guide to thine and thee. Now when storms of fate or cast darkly my present and my past, let my future radiant shine with sweet hopes of thee and thine.
It's called hymn as in like a song hymn iconic.
That's a you could say that about your screen name. So if you're if you're that you can't con people that supercad fragilistic expalidocious huh it's a pretty pretty good word. Do you know a song? Song's really good, right? This is called That's a little long. Try a shorter one.
Well, not uh iconic, that's for sure, cuz he don't know nothing. All right, this one's called an enigma.
Seldom we find, says Solomon Don Dunce.
Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Though all the flimsy things we see at once, as easily as though a Naples bonnet, trash of all trash, how can a lady dawn it?
Yet heavier far than your petrarchan stuff, owl down nonsense that the faintest puff twirls into trunk paper the while you con it. Invaritably soul is right enough. The general Tucker manities are errant bubbles, ephemeral and so transparent. But this is now you may depend upon it stable, opaque, immortal, all by dent of the dear names that lie concealed within it.
Um, okay. Let's see where what is my uh some piece. What's going on?
Okay, the next one on this list is Annabelle Lee Stump.
Annabelle Lee by Edgar Alan 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 Annabelle 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 Annabelle lead. With a love that the winged seraps 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 Annabelle Lee, so that her highborn kinsman came and bore her away from me to shut her up in a supplicer 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 Annabelle Lee.
But our love, it was stronger by far than many who um than the love of those who are 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 diss my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabelle Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabelle Lee.
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabelle 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 seeler there by the sea in her tomb by the sounding.
Christa, what's going on?
What um summer piece are you watching?
Um the other Bennett.
Uh I've only watched two episodes so far and I haven't seen Willoughby.
Uh Lazarus, I will be doing that at Neverund Hours. Sir Sam, why would you say that?
You're a sad, strange little man.
I'm glad that this thing blocks stupid uh nonsense like that.
Okay. Yeah, I'm I'm two episodes into it and I really like it. Like it's super cool. Really enjoy uh the show.
Where do this thing?
Okay, whatever.
Okay. Yeah, if you like classic literature, this is a great um is a great one to follow along with. I love Sense and Sensibility. Um which one? I've seen the one with Emma Thompson and then I've I'm working on the one with Dan Stevens. I started it and didn't um uh I haven't finished yet, but I I was liking it. But I think the Emma Thompson one is sort of the gold standard for Sense and Sensibility miniseries. Is that the one with Dan Stevens as Edward Ferris?
Okay, cool. Yeah, that's the one I was enjoying, but I haven't seen it yet all the way through.
But I have made the audio book in um >> a southern style audio book. Anna Utopia says, "Still smoking crack guy." Uh no, never have, never will, but thanks for asking. All right, here is The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Alan Pebble.
Excuse me. Lo is a gallat tonight within the lonesome latter years. An angel thrown bewinged bedite in veils and drowned in tears. Sit in a theater to see a play of hopes and fears while the orchestra breathes fitfully the music of the spheres.
Mimes in the form of God on high, mutter and mumble low, and hither and fither fly. Mere puppets they who come and go at bidding of vast formless things that shift the scenery to and fro, flapping from out their condor wings. Invisible woe. That mly drama will be sure it shall not be forgot with its phantom chased forever more by a crowd that sees it not through a circle that ever returnneth into the selfsame spot and much of madness and more of sin and horror the soul of the plot.
But see amid the mimic route a crawling shape intrude a blood red thing that writhes from out the scenic solitude. It rides, it rides with mortal pangs. The mimes become its food. And angels sob at vermin fangs and human gore imbued. Out, out are the lights, out all. And over each quivering form the curtain, a funeral comes down with the rush of a storm. And the angels all palad and one uprising unveiling affirm that the play is the tragedy man and the hero the conqueror worm.
Very cool. That reminds me of the poem um by uh Percy by Shelly uh Aussy Mandius.
If classical literature is crack, then yes.
Good answer. Good answer.
Um, Autumn Batson, hello. How are you doing? Hope you're having a great evening. Um, Matt Torrance, uh, never say never. Some things I do say never.
Uh, music of the sphere, that is, uh, ancient Greek stuff. They did talk about that for sure. Um, that's also uh biblical as well. They talked about music of the spheres.
Um, where were you when all the stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
That's from um one of the oldest books ever written um in the Bible, which is the book of Job.
Yep, that is it. Job 38:7.
Um, okay. Here's one called silence.
Ever shot in the air? I have. I have.
Uh, but only for food, not for sport.
There are some qualities, some incorporate things that have a double life which thus is made a type of that twin entity which springs from matter and light events in solid and shade. There is a two-fold silence, sea and shore, body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, newly with grass or groan, some solemn graces, some human memories and tearful lore render him terrorless, his names no more. He is the corporate silence dread him not. No power hath he of evil in himself. But should some urgent fate, untimely lot, bring thee to meet his shadow, nameless elf that haunteth the lone regions, where hath trod no foot of man, commend thyself to God.
It's called silence.
Yeah. My friend Christian um got me this book. Isn't that cool?
It's like a a thing.
Well, I never It always makes me sad to fell ahind like I I mean I don't have a problem with it morally, but you know, if you're going to hate it, but um I just don't like it. kind of makes me sad to um you know see something so beautiful and graceful die.
So I know circle of life and all that but I don't enjoy it. Some people like really get a big kick out of it. I just don't.
Exactly.
Here is one called um El Dorado.
Gaye Bed, a gallant knight in sunshine and in shadow, had journeyed long, singing a song in search of El Dorado.
But he grew old this night so bold and nor his heart a shadow fell as he found no spot of ground that looked like El Dorado.
And as his strength failed him at length, he met a pilgrim shadow. Shadow, he said, where can it be? this land of El Dorado.
Over the mountains of the moon, down the valley of the shadow, ride boldly, ride, the shade replied. If you seek for El Dorado, there was a John Wayne movie called Elorado and that was quoted in it several times. Although Po is not mentioned, the one of the characters quoted that several times. That was the first time I ever heard that poem when I was a little kid.
Western. What? Uh, what do you mean by that?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's very thick. I think it's it says complete tales and poems. I don't know if that's true, but it's got it's got everything I've ever heard of any.
These are very good.
I got that at Walmart. 84 cents. 84 cents.
It's like fizzy water with um some, you know, orange flavoring and then a little sweetener, but it's no cal or very few calories. It's good stuff.
Yes, Elorado is a western.
See what you mean?
This is called a dream within a dream.
Take this kiss upon the brow and imparting from you now thus much let me avow. You're not wrong who deemed that my days have been a dream. Yet if hope has flown away in a night or in a day, in a vision or in none, is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar of surf tormented shore and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand. How few yet how they reap through my fingers to the deep while I weep. While I weep.
Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitilous wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream.
Thank you very much, Lex.
Uh, Lex Watson, I appreciate that.
The um, Nope, it feels pretty good here. But thank you for making me self-conscious to one in paradise.
Yeah, you got to be thick skinned to be on on here because man, people will just say the meanest things. You look red.
You look gay. You look that.
Come on. Just just enjoy the poetry. It doesn't matter what I look like to one in paradise.
Thou was that all to me love for which my soul did pine. A green aisle and the sea love a fountain and a shrine. All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers and all the flowers were mine. Ah dream too bright to last. Ah starry hope that dits to rise but to be overcast.
A voice from out the future cries on on butore the past dim golf. My spirit hovering lies mute motionless a ghast.
For alas, alas with me the light of life is or no more, no more, no more. Such language holds the solemn sea to the sands upon the shore. Shall bloom the thunderblasted tree or the stricken eagle soar. And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams are where thy dark eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams. In what ethereal dances? By what eternal streams, excuse me.
Oh, it's no big deal.
But it's true. You do have to have thick skin. Everybody's got something to say, but it's okay. It's okay.
If I care what people thought, I I did, but definitely not go live.
I would definitely not go live ever.
Okay, here's another one. Uh, we did a dream within a dream, but this one is just a dream. So, dream A dream in visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed but a waking dream of life and light hath left me brokenhearted.
Ah what is not a dream by day to him whose eyes are cast on things around him with a ray turned back upon the past.
That holy dream, that holy dream, while all the world were chining, hath cheered me as a lovely being, a lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light through storm and night so trembled from afar?
What could be more purely bright in truth's day stars?
Here's one called sonnet to science.
Sonnet to science. Science true daughter of old time thou art who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why prayest thou thus upon the poet's heart?
vulture whose wings are dull realities.
How should he love thee? Or how deemed thee wise? Who would it not leave him in his wandering to seek for treasure the jeweled skies? How be it he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car and driven the highad from the wood to seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Niad from her flood? the open from the green grass and from me the summer dream beneath the tamarind tree.
Yeah, I was I was good. Got a little everything.
A lot of good stuff. A lot of beautiful poetry. A lot of bizarre poetry. A lot of dreamy poetry. A lot of great stories.
Yeah.
Yeah. He he was he did not appreciate uh science, I guess.
No, I'm not sure. That's a great poem.
Well, it has been about half an hour, so I'm gonna know get going here. But thank you for hanging out and uh and uh listening to poetry, chatting.
It's always fun.
And uh I will hopefully be doing this uh more often. I I'd been traveling. I went out to um Oklahoma and did I narrated some stuff for the Oklahoma National Guard Museum.
So I was out there and then I helped my um sister move, my sister and her husband move. Kind of did a two a two um person trip to Oklahoma and then um yeah.
So now I'm back and I'll be doing lives.
Now if um I would like to do um maybe I have a computer and then do what do you call it? um like requests, take requests if people like, you know, hey, could you read whatever poet poem? Um I was in Oklahoma City and Guthrie, north of Oklahoma City. And I have family in Edmund and I've lived in Lton. Like I love Oklahoma, honestly. Uh I really do. It's a great great state. A lot of friends there. And um I always I always enjoy visiting because it's a lot like Mississippi with less trees and humidity.
It's good good folks and yeah, I like it a lot.
But anyway, great talking everybody. Um have a great night and uh I'll talk to you soon.
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