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These were the days when my heart was volcanic
Edgar Allan Poe, The Penguin Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe; from 'Ulalume'
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Illustration from Edgar Allan Poe's Ulalume by W. Heath Robinson (1909)
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Edmund Dulac- Ulalume
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe's poem 'Ulalume', circa, 1847-8.
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Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere,— For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year.
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Ulalume
by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir— It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul— Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll— As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole— That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere,— For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)— We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here)— Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn— As the star-dials hinted of morn— At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn— Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said: "She is warmer than Dian; She rolls through an ether of sighs— She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies— To the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes— Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust— Her pallor I strangely mistrust: Ah, hasten! —ah, let us not linger! Ah, fly! —let us fly! -for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed in the dust— In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybilic splendour is beaming With Hope and in Beauty tonight!— See!—it flickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming, That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night." Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom— And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb— By the door of a legended tomb; And I said: "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!" Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere— As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed—I journeyed down here!— That I brought a dread burden down here— On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon hath tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber— This misty mid region of Weir— Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
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"The skies they were ashen and sober; / The leaves they were crispéd and sere— / The leaves they were withering and sere; / It was night in the lonesome October / Of my most immemorial year."
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Ulalume, Edgar Allan Poe
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It was night, in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
Ulalume—A Ballad by Edgar Allan Poe from Great Tales and Poems
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“Ulalume - A Ballad” (2002) is an award-winning animated short directed by Gary D. Rhodes. With animation by Cherith Brown, and featuring the voice talents of Barbara Steele, Caroline Munro, Gary D. Rhodes, and Mark Redfield.
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The poem was written by Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) and published in 1847. "Ulalume" focuses on the narrator's loss of his beloved due to her death. “Ulalume” is a late poem, published the year before Poe’s death. It was first published anonymously in the magazine American Whig Review, December 1847.
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First Person Narrator … Gary D. Rhodes
Psyche … Caroline Munro
Narrator … Mark Redfield
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Animation by Cherith Brown
Produced by … Robert L. Singer and Don Rhodes
Music by … Cliff Wallace
Sound by … Matt Horton
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he could not find you amazing, poetry & photography by pd lyons
“feed on us before you bury us” – Anais Nin he could not find you amazing he could not touch your mystery he could re call vast wilderness adrift among archetypal feminine a wash among deltas Venus like salt mingling with new rain blood like midnights paling lunary a pleasure beyond wounds a mingling beyond physicality a hungrier type of mouth willing to feed and to be fed upon drawn up…
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*slaps the hood of this scenario*
This baby can hold SO many Poe references. Play through and see if you can spot allusions to the following short stories and poems...
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The fine folks at The Old Ways Podcast performed a dramatic audio actual-play of the roleplaying scenario I wrote, "The Mask of the Hideous Heart" (for the horror/comedy game THEY CAME FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE!).
Get ready for an homage to Edgar Allan Poe, Roger Corman, and 60s/70s horror! PART 2!
PART 3!
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not kubrick's lolita having a scene of him reading poe to her
#.txt#don't ask why i'm just now watching a film i said i would watch like two weeks ago. i love lying for fun.#ANYWAY it's ulalume rather than annabel lee but i mean. the thematics are the same really innit#i literally had to pause the film to go 'oh my god' out loud
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"Funeral" by Brazilian post-punk goth band Lupercais off of their double release, Arcadia/Ulalume, with Pompas Fúnebres from 2020, released by Paranoia Musique
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Illustration to the poem 'Ulalume' by Edgar Allan Poe.
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