Poemas

By Edgar Allan Poe

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acaricia. Y entonces caigo dulcemente
adormecido sobre su seno, profundamente adormido
del cielo de su seno.

Y así reposo tan tranquilamente en mi lecho--conociendo
su amor--que me creéis muerto.
Y así reposo, tan serenamente en mi lecho,--con
su amor en mi corazón,--que me creéis
muerto, que os estremecéis al verme, creyéndome
muerto.

Pero mi corazón es más brillante que todas
las estrellas del cielo, porque brilla para Annie,
abrasado por la luz del amor de mi Annie, por
el recuerdo de los bellos ojos luminosos de mi
Annie....

1849.




ELDORADO



Brillantemente ataviado, un galante caballero,
viajó largo tiempo al sol y a la sombra,
cantando su canción, a la busca del Eldorado.

Pero llegó a viejo, el animoso caballero, y
sobre su corazón cayó la noche porque en ninguna
parte encontró la tierra del Eldorado.

Y al fin, cuando le faltaron las fuerzas, pudo
hallar una sombra peregrina.--Sombra,--le
preguntó--¿dónde podría estar esa tierra del
Eldorado?

--«Más allá de las montañas de la Luna, en
el fondo del valle de las sombras; cabalgad,
cabalgad sin descanso--respondió la sombra,--si
buscáis el Eldorado....».

1849.




EULALIA



Vivía sólo en un mundo de lamentaciones y
mi alma era una onda estancada, hasta que
la bella y dulce Eulalia llegó a ser mi pudorosa
compañera, hasta que la joven Eulalia, la de
los cabellos de oro, llegó a ser mi sonriente
compañera.

¡Ah! las estrellas de la noche brillan bastante
menos que los ojos de esa radiante niña!
Y jamás girón de vapor emergido en un irisado
claro de luna, podrá compararse al bucle más
descuidado de la modesta Eulalia, podrá
compararse al bucle más humilde y más descuidado
de Eulalia, la de los brillantes ojos!

La duda y la pena no me invaden jamás,
ahora, porque su alma me entrega suspiro por
suspiro. Y durante todo el día, Astarté resplandece
brillante y fuerte en el cielo, en tanto que
siempre hacia ella, mi querida Eulalia, levanta
sus ojos de esposa, en tanto que siempre hacia
ella mi joven Eulalia eleva sus bellos ojos
violetas!...

1845.




UN ENSUEÑO EN UN ENSUEÑO



Recibid este beso en la frente. Y ahora que
os dejo, permitidme por lo menos confesar esto:
no os agraviéis, vos que estimáis que mis días
han sido un ensueño. Entretanto, si la esperanza
se ha ido, en una noche o en un día,
en una visión o en un sueño, ¿se ha ido menos
por eso? Todo lo que vemos o nos parece, no
es sino un ensueño en un ensueño!

Me encuentro en medio de los bramidos de
una costa atormentada por la resaca, y tengo
en la mano granos de arena de oro. ¡Cuán
poco es! ¡Y cómo se deslizan a través de mis
dedos hacia el abismo, mientras lloro, mientras
lloro! ¡Dios mío, ¿no puedo retenerlos en un
nudo más

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Text Comparison with The Bells, and Other Poems

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Now--now to sit or never, .
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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.
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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.
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Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
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" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
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For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness,--have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought--what more could I have seen? 'Twas once--and only once--and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass--some power Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit--or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was That dream was as that night-wind--let it pass.
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All Beauty sleeps!--and lo! where lies Irene, with her Destinies! [Illustration: The Sleeper] O, lady bright! can it be right-- This window open to the night? The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice drop-- The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully--so fearfully-- Above the closed and fringèd lid "Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid, That, o'er the floor and down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, A wonder to these garden trees! Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress, Strange, above all, thy.
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" 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.
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And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings-- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away--forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.
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_THE CONQUEROR WORM_ Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres.
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soul-searching eyes.
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their own-- Thy will is done, O God! The star hath ridden high Thro' many a tempest, but she rode Beneath thy burning eye; And here, in thought, to thee-- In thought that can alone Ascend thy empire and so be A partner of thy throne-- By wingèd Fantasy, My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be In the environs of Heaven.
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A dome, by linked light from Heaven let down, Sat gently on these columns as a crown-- A window of one circular diamond, there, Look'd out above into the purple air, And rays from God shot down that meteor chain And hallow'd all the beauty twice again, Save when, between th' Empyrean and that ring, Some eager spirit flapp'd his dusky wing.
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gushing music as they fell In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell; Yet silence came upon material things-- Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings-- And sound alone that from the spirit sprang Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang: "'Neath the blue-bell or streamer-- Or tufted wild spray That keeps, from the dreamer, The moonbeam away-- Bright beings! that ponder, With half closing eyes, On the stars which your wonder Hath drawn from the skies, Till they glance thro' the shade, and Come down to your brow Like----eyes of the maiden Who calls on you now-- Arise! from your dreaming In violet bowers, To duty beseeming These star-litten hours-- And shake from your tresses Encumber'd with dew The breath of those kisses That cumber them too-- (O! how, without you, Love! Could angels be blest?) Those kisses of true Love That lull'd ye to rest! Up!--shake from your wing Each hindering thing: The dew of the night-- It would weigh down your flight; And true love caresses-- O, leave them apart! They are light on the tresses, But lead on the heart.
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The night had found (to him a night of woe) Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo-- Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky, And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it Here sat he with his love--his dark eye bent With eagle gaze along the firmament: Now turn'd it upon her--but ever then It trembled to the orb of EARTH again.
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] Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore.
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Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye-- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave:--from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops.
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The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the.
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Young Love's first lesson is--the heart: For 'mid that sunshine, and those smiles, When, from our little cares apart, And laughing at her girlish wiles, I'd throw me on her throbbing breast, And pour my spirit out in tears-- There was no need to speak the rest-- No need to quiet any fears Of her--who ask'd no reason why, But turned on me her quiet eye! Yet _more_ than worthy of the love My spirit struggled with, and strove, When, on the mountain peak, alone, Ambition lent it a new tone-- I had no being--but in thee: The world, and all it did contain In the earth--the air--the sea-- Its joy--its little lot of pain That was new pleasure--the ideal, Dim vanities of dreams by night-- And dimmer nothings which were real-- (Shadows--and a more shadowy light!) Parted upon their misty wings, And, so, confusedly, became Thine image, and--a name--a name! Two separate--yet most intimate things.
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And boyhood is a summer sun Whose waning is the dreariest one-- For all we live to know is known, And all we seek to keep hath flown-- Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall With the noon-day beauty--which is all.