annabel lee

(50ª parada)
"(...) fuerte como la muerte es el amor".

(Cantar de los cantares, cap. 8: 6)

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 winged 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.

.................................................(Edgar Allan Poe)

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Cada cierto tiempo, el genio humano da a luz a un elemento deslumbrantemente único, extraño y extraordinario como lo fue Edgar Allan Poe. Las influencias del escritor nacido en Boston se han ido ramificando por el panorama de las artes de forma sorprendente...
En la quincuagésima parada (que no entrada) del viaje de raindrop, no me he resistido a traer este conocido poema, pensando en lo mucho que se esfuerzan ciertos fríos por congelar ciertos amores. La versión musical en castellano del texto de Poe (el vídeo de más abajo) es de Radio Futura (por supuesto), un grupo plagadito de paisanos a quienes conocí de concierto zaragozano en mi primer año de instituto. Al vídeo se le nota que ya le van pasando los lustros por encima... Personalmente, pienso que habría que ir encargándole a Tim Burton (el discípulo cineasta de Poe) la producción de otro vídeo-clip que estuviera a la altura del poema. La canción de los Auserón y compañía sí lo está. En fin... a mí, así me lo parece; pero admito otras opiniones.