Alright guys.....before I say what I want to say, hear me out:

YOU CAN STILL SUBMIT YOUR POETRY AND CRITIQUE ON THOSE OF OTHERS.

  I guess we can study one more Poe poem, then we'll vote for another artist.

Care to share, anyone? 

 
I shall submit a poem!

It's not one of Poe's deepest poems, and it's easier to understand than a dream within a dream, but I still like it. it makes the English language sound like music.

 
Annabel Lee- by 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 wingèd 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 kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I will do the definitons tomorrow. 

Oops, forget that.

the definitons:

seraphs: angels

coveted: wanted to take from

kinsmen: relative

sepulchre: tomb

dissever: separate

will discuss 2morrow 

IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL POETRY CLUB MEMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!

 Sorry guys, I'm on vacation again. i will be gone Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Here is the schedule for while I'm gone:

"Annabel Lee" by Edagr Allen Poe

-Friday (today): read and discuss. Discuss the meaning, emotion, the way the poem is written, and WHAT THIS POEM MEANS TO YOU.

-Saturday: continue to discuss the same things as Friday, and more!

-Sunday: you can still discuss Poe's poem, but you may now submit and discuss your own poetry written from this prompt:

Prompt: Write a poem about love and/or loss. It can be like, boy-girl love, or a family member love. it can be like telling a story, like Annabel Lee was written, or it can be simply a poem about something.

It can be however you want, and doesn't necessarily have to have an unhappy ending. Be creative! 

-Monday: continue to submit poems and discuss them

Please keep this Poetry Club on the first page, even if that means submitting posts that just say "Top" or "I am submitting posts to keep this club moving!"

  I will submit my poem when I come back!

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Yep, okay. Annabel Lee, one of my favorites from Poe. I have this one in his "The Raven and Other Poems" Book.

Maybe when saying that the reason that Annabel died becasue of the angels, Poe is kind of saying that he blames the angels, or someone much bigger upstairs. He blames them for killing Annabel Lee, so he thinks the angels envied her to give himself a more...how to describe...a reason that maybe seemed more innocent for him. Like, that way people won't actually know that he blames someone, so he tells everyone the angels envied her.

I also like how he says, and I quote, : "And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annebel Lee.  Maybe he is comparing the stars to Annabels eyes. As if they eyes are not brighter then her sweet gaze. So without her bright gaze the stars no longer have any appeal to man. Well that's what I get from it anyway. 

OH! OH! OH! Sorry, I know I just posted, but I was talking with my mom about our pom, and I thought of something else. What if instead with lying down wtih Annable Lee everynight side by side, he was also dead. Like, later he died and lay down to rest by his beloved. So he can't see the stars, but he can feel his love's bright eyes. So sorry if this isn't explained very well, we are heading to a baby shower for my mom's friend's daughter!