Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Wednesday’s Poetry Corner.



While lying in bed last night searching my brain for a poet for today’s poetry corner the poem “The Bells.” by Edgar Allan Poe popped in to my head.

I think most people are familiar with his poem, “The Raven” and his wonderfully gruesome story, “The Tell tale Heart” or even the story about the man who is bricked up inside a wall while still alive; I can’t remember the title of that one.

However, I don’t think many people are as familiar with his poem “the bells.’ Which I think is a wonderful poem full of incredible imagery and sounds great when you read it aloud. It is a little long but it is well worth it. I hope you enjoy today’s poem.


The Bells


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.

Edgar Allan Poe

The poem was taken from this website http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bells-the/

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the Poe. I do not recall this one.Rick

Sezme said...

". . .the story about the man who is bricked up inside a wall while still alive. . "

"The Cask of Amontialldo"

"The Black Cat" is another one sure to get the kiddies squirming. I find that fun to do. ;)

Poe had a belief about using a single-effect and about poetry-it's length and how it should be written. It is worth looking up, because kids think writers just sit down without planning. Poe proves otherwise, though. The best example of his planning is "The Raven." He started with the end, the raven wasn't his first choice. See, now you have to go find it all! HA! :)

Sezme said...

Sorry, that's "The Cask of Amontillado." I'm good for some transpositions this time of day.

momster said...

rt I think I remember the black cat but I will have to check and make sure. You did peak my curiosity I have to research it now. :-)
Fuzzys dad I'm glad you liked it.

momster said...

rt I think I remember the black cat but I will have to check and make sure. You did peak my curiosity I have to research it now. :-)
Fuzzys dad I'm glad you liked it.