Annabel Lee
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 kinsman 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
—Edgar Allan Poe
befreeanddance asked: Yes I wish you were there to join us! I know she's super super excited to visit you in Portland! Hope your having a wonderful summer break so far <3
Yesss, I’ll have to visit Madison soon as well :) You too, I’m excited that we’re tumblr buds now!!
befreeanddance asked: NISHA! It's Siri, I love love love your blog. I'm reading some of your poetry. You're such a beautifu writer, like wow.
Aw Siri you are so sweet!! I’m so flattered <3 Hope you and Emma are having fun, wish I could be there!!!
broken pavement, lights growing brighter, leg muscles wearing down, out of breath, need to keep going, stop to breathe, coming up on the water, thinking about who I should be thinking about, not noticing a crack in the pavement, tripping, using a little bit of saved energy to run around someone, approaching the park as time approaches one am, running against the wind, the empire state in red white and blue, wondering why, smelling meat from a halal cart, momentarily feeling sick, how many calories have i burned?, running on wobbly grates, worried they might fall in and i’ll hit the speeding subway, smoke rising, hearing nothing, ahh, this is when i feel the best, seeing a man on a wood bench in front of the park, getting out of breath, can’t wait to lie in my bed, choking on cigarette air, seeing another lay down to sleep on the wooden bench, in the middle of it all.
Travelers
I came from the fruitless desert
where the gypsies departed India
I left with them and traveled
with the caravan, in a silk sari
My mother and I,
wrapped in layers of gold.
Later we found ourselves
in Poland, making haunting music
which attracted my young father
he was so enamored
with his gypsy goddess—
wrapped in her elegant silk
that he took us with him en Suisse
We came from the mountains;
the peaks of Mount Hood
shine through the car windows
of our green Subaru.
Now I sit in the driver’s seat
wearing a red kuffiyeh
guided by the nomadic music
that skips on the broken cd player.
To criticize Zionism now, then, is to criticize not so much an idea or a theory but rather a wall of denials. It is to say firmly that you cannot expect millions of Arab Palestinians to go away, or to be content with occupation, or to acquiesce to an Israeli, or an Egyptian, or an American, idea for their destiny, their “autonomy,” or their physical location.Edward Said, The Question of Palestine
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.Soren Kierkegaard
