I love Edgar Allan Poe. So much of his work is melancholy and haunting (both literally and lyrically). For Poetry Friday today, I’m sharing a section from IV of “The Bells.” Earlier parts of the poem get shared often, but I rarely see the entire thing, so it’s been a long time since I read this:
From Part IV
Hear the tolling of the bells
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people – ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steeple,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
–Edgar Allan Poe
You can read the complete poem here?(scroll down to second poem).
I don’t know why, when I’m feeling like a stone has steamrolled my own heart, I enjoy this so much. But I do.?My favorite bit is For every sound that floats / From the rust within their throats / Is a groan. So gorgeous.
Jone at Check It Out has The Poetry Friday Roundup today.