Annabel Lee ( by Edgar Allan Poe)

I really liked the following final lines by the character Poe in episode 10 from the Netflix series 'Altered Carbon'

But our love it was stronger by far than the love 

   Of those who were older than we— 

   Of many far wiser than we— 

And neither the angels in Heaven above 

   Nor the demons down under the sea 

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 

   Of the beautiful...

When I started digging I found the whole poem (below) which was written by poet Edgar Allan Poe. Interestingly he seems to be the inspiration behind the name of the character in the series. The full poem is as follows

Annabel Lee 

(by poet Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago, 

   In a kingdom by the sea, 

That a maiden there lived whom you may know 

   By the name of Annabel Lee; 

And this maiden she lived with no other thought 

   Than to love and be loved by me. 

I was a child and she was a child, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

But we loved with a love that was more than love— 

   I and my Annabel Lee— 

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 

   Coveted her and me. 

And this was the reason that, long ago, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

A 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— 

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, 

   In this kingdom by the sea) 

That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love 

   Of those who were older than we— 

   Of many far wiser than we— 

And neither the angels in Heaven above 

   Nor the demons down under the sea 

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, 

   In her sepulchre there by the sea— 

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Do not go gentle into that good night!

Recently remembered this beautiful poem by Dylan Thomas, as I was watching the movie 'Interstellar' again. These are lines which must be shared ;-)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Husn maalik....

Beautiful poem sung by stand-up comedian Kapil Sharma.Written by his late college teacher Ashwini.


Aaj na jaane kaun na-waaqife-e-adab chaman se guzraa hai.
Maine kaanto pe bhi hoton ke nisaan dekhe hain.

Husn maalik tamaam pholoon ka,
Ishq bhi hai ghulaam phoolon ka.



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Most of all I want to sleep...

Have you ever sailed across an ocean? 

On a sail boat surrounded by sea with no land in sight. 

Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come. 

To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time.

I want to be in the Piazza Del Campo in Sienna. To feel the surge as ten race horses go thundering by. 

I want another meal in Paris, at L'Ambroisie in the Place Des Vosges.

I want another bottle of wine. And then another.

I want the warmth of a women in the cool set of sheets. 

One more night of jazz at the Vanguard.

I want to stand on summits and smoke cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. 

Walk on the wall again. Climb the tower. Ride the river. Stare at the frescoes. 

I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. 

Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. 

Give me that. Just one time. 

Spoken Red in the series 'The Black List' Season 1 episode 8.