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My first Ligeia sonnet. I do not believe Poe ever had a real Annabell Lee, the entire mood of the poem does not support it in my opinion. But I do believe he really had a real live Ligea, though he never married her. She sort of  made Poe hallucinate possibly out of a opium trance at times.  "To love we die, or never love one bit!" This line pretty well describes every girl Poe ever wrote about, and he insisted that the best of poetry must be about, or for, a beautiful girl. I can drink to that. Thank you Maya Angelou for putting me onto some of the secrets of Poe.

Looking For Ligeia

LOOKING FOR LIGEIA
 The last of feigning death, love now abides,
 tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast.
 She breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
 and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
 
 Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes,
 to love we die, or never love one bit.
Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
 renouncing every hope of ending it.
 
 Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
 each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
 amongst what hope is left, one thought will show;
 to know the deep of someone, one must die.
 
 All of your will, which dieth, less for cause,
 has ended short of knowing who she was.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestowqn poet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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