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ArtistA 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
This is from a part of one of my favourate poems in English: Annabel Lee.
I like how it rolls the sounds.
You may have heard it. It is from Edgar Allan Poe.
But the image is not a good one.
I am not too good at this.
I want to see pictures of poems. But I do not think it works this way. I think I need to get used to it more with reading other people writtings.
