{"id":102913,"date":"2013-01-29T20:00:18","date_gmt":"2013-01-30T01:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/102913\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-poes-birthday\/"},"modified":"2013-01-29T20:00:18","modified_gmt":"2013-01-30T01:00:18","slug":"cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-poes-birthday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/102913\/cpc-pick-apart-poetry-celebrates-poes-birthday\/","title":{"rendered":"CPC PICK-APART POETRY CELEBRATES POE’S BIRTHDAY"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Welcome to the January 2013 Edition of Pick-Apart Poetry, the first of our new year, as we celebrate,\u00a0 in Pick-Apart style, the birthday of Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe on January 19, 1809 in Boston; died October 7, 1849).<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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We’re so glad you’ve joined us to celebrate the occasion in a Pick-Apart way.<\/font><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n


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The idea of Pick-Apart Poetry is to select 25 words from the pieces posted and create poetry of our own.\u00a0 The words chosen may be used more than once and tenses and forms may be changed.<\/font><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n


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So your poem may have many more than 25 words.<\/font><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n


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Please select your 25 words from the following Poe pieces:<\/font><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n


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ANNABEL LEE<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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by Edgar Allan Poe
\n(published 1849)<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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It was many and many a year ago,<\/strong> <\/strong>
\nIn a kingdom by the sea,
\nThat a maiden there lived whom you may know
\nBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;–
\nAnd this maiden she lived with no other thought
\nThan to love and be loved by me.
\nShe was a child and I was a child,
\nIn this kingdom by the sea,
\nBut we loved with a love that was more than love–
\nI and my Annabel Lee–
\nWith a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
\nCoveted her and me.<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

And this was the reason that, long ago,
\nIn this kingdom by the sea,
\nA wind blew out of a cloud by night
\nChilling my Annabel Lee;
\nSo that her high-born kinsman came
\nAnd bore her away from me,
\nTo shut her up in a sepulchre
\nIn this kingdom by the sea.<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
\nWent envying her and me:–
\nYes! that was the reason (as all men know,
\nIn this kingdom by the sea)
\nThat the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
\nAnd killing my Annabel Lee.<\/strong><\/font><\/em><\/p>\n

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But our love it was stronger by far than the love
\nOf those who were older than we–
\nOf many far wiser than we-
\nAnd neither the angels in Heaven above,
\nNor the demons down under the sea,
\nCan ever dissever my soul from the soul
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee:–<\/p>\n

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<\/strong> <\/strong>For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;
\nAnd the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;
\nAnd so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
\nOf my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
\nIn her sepulchre there by the sea–
\nIn her tomb by the side of the sea.<\/strong><\/p>\n


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And the first part of “The Raven”<\/strong><\/p>\n


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THE RAVEN<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n


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by Edgar Allan Poe
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
\nOver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
\nWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
\nAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
\n“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
\nOnly this, and nothing more.”<\/strong><\/p>\n


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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
\nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
\nEagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
\nFrom my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
\nFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
\nNameless here for evermore.<\/strong><\/p>\n


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And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
\nThrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
\nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
\n“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
\nSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
\nThis it is, and nothing more.”<\/strong><\/p>\n


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Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
\n“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
\nBut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
\nAnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
\nThat I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;-
\nDarkness there, and nothing more.
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(with a link to the rest of it — feel free to pick words from there too <\/strong><\/p>\n

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http:\/\/poestories.com\/read\/raven)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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While these are rather “dark” pieces, <\/strong><\/p>\n

the poetry we bring back to share isn’t limited <\/strong><\/p>\n

to any specific theme or tenor or style. <\/strong><\/p>\n

We welcome all poetry and all styles.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Our goal is to simply have fun and be creative.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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It’s always a joy to be here each month with you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Looking forward to what we all create.<\/strong><\/p>\n


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~Barbara K and Cherie~<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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