A Sense of Doubt blog post #2080 - "Ulalume" by Edgar Allen Poe - Writing Wednesday for 2010.28

 

A Sense of Doubt blog post #2080 - "Ulalume" by Edgar Allen Poe - Writing Wednesday for 2010.28

6 DAYS - daily election day countdown

I tried to read this poem in class yesterday, so I am sharing it here to share it with students.

Just being that short today.

Jeff Buckley * Ulalume (Edgar Allan Poe)☠

Closed On Account Of Rabies: Poems And Tales Of Edgar Allan Poe. (1997)

*Ulalume (Ulalume) is a romantic poem by the American writer Edgar Allan Poe, written in 1847 and dedicated to his wife, Virginia Clemm.

Like other poems E.A. Poe, like The Raven (The Raven) and Annabel Lee (Annabel Lee), Ulalume tells the premature death of a woman, in this case, the narrator's lover. The poem focuses on the sound, the sound of the verses, almost like a litany that produces some joyful hypnosis in the sensitive reader.

Ulalume is a desperate attempt to exorcise the demons that stirred the heart of E.A. Poe after the death of Virginia, the love of his life, but in a macabre way, ominous, as if the death of a loved one needed a certain flagellation by their relatives. Necrophilia is not absent, like vampirism, decay, cognitive impairment and some decline in mental faculties after machining pain.

"Ulalume" (1847) by Edgar Allan Poe

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"Ulalume" 

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

-The skies were ashen and sober,

The leaves they were crisped and sere,

The leaves they were withering and sere;

It was night in the lonesome october

Of my most immemorial year;

It was hard by the dim lake of auber,

In the misty mid region of weir,

It was down by the dank tarn of auber,

In the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

Here once, through an alley, titanic,

Of cypress, I roamed with my soul,

Of cypress, with psyche, my soul.

These were days when my heart was volcanic

As the scoriac rivers that roll,

As the lavas that restlessly roll

Their sulphurous currents down yaaneck

In the ultimate climes of the pole,

That groan as they roll down mount yaaneck

In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,

But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,

Our memories were treacherous and sere,

For we knew not the month was october,

And we marked not the night of the year

(ah, night of all nights in the year!);

We noted not the dim lake of auber

(though once we had journeyed down here),

Remembered not the dank tarn of auber,

Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

And now, as the night was senescent

And star-dials pointed to morn,

As the star-dials hinted of morn,

At the end of our path a liquescent

And nebulous lustre was born,

Out of which a miraculous crescent

Arose with a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded crescent

Distinct with it's duplicate horn.

And I said: "she is warmer than dian;

She rolls through an ether of sighs,

She reveals in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the tears are not dry on

These cheeks, where the worm never dies,

And has come past the stars of the lion,

To point us the path to the skies,

To the lethean peace of the skies;

Come up, in despite of the lion,

To shine on us with her bright eyes,

Come up through the lair of the lion,

With love in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, uplifting her finger,

Said: "sadly this star I mistrust,

Her pallor I strangely mistrust;

Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!

Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."

In terror she spoke, letting sink her

Wings until they trailed in the dust;

In agony sobbed, letting sink her

Plumes till they trailed in the dust,

Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "this is nothing but dreaming:

Let us on by this tremulous light!

Let us bathe in this crystalline light!

Its sibyllic splendor is beaming

With hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to it's gleaming,

And be sure it will lead us aright;

We safely may trust to a gleaming

That cannot but guide us aright,

Since it flickers up to heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified psyche and kissed her,

And tempted her out of her gloom,

And conquered her scruples and gloom;

And we passed to the end of the vista,

But were stopped by the door of a tomb,

By the door of a legended tomb,

And I said:"what is written, sweet sister,

On the door of this legended tomb? "

She replied: "ulalume! ulalume!

'tis the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober

As the leaves that were crisped and sere,

As the leaves that were withering and sere,

And I cried: "it was surely october

On this very night of last year

That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,

That I brought a dread burden down here,

Of this night of all nights in the year,

Ah, what demon has tempted me here?

Well I know, now, this dim lake of auber,

This misty mid region of weir,

Well I know, now, this dank tarn of auber,

This ghoul-haunted woodland of weir."

Said we, then--the two, then--"ah, can it

Have been that the woodlandish ghouls

The pitiful, the merciful ghouls

To bar up our way and to ban it

From the secret that lies in these wolds

From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds

Had drawn up the spectre of a planet

From the limbo of lunary souls

This sinfully scintillant planet

From the hell of the planetary souls? 

WIKI ' "Ulalume" - Edgar Allen Poe

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