“Lenore”: Edgar Allan Poe; poem and analysis

lenore (Lenore) is a cursed poem by the American writer Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), originally published in the February 1843 edition, and later republished in the 1845 anthology: The Raven and Other Poems. . It would finally reappear in the 1850 collection: The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe.

By lenore, one of Edgar Allan Poe’s best poems, received the ridiculous sum of 10 dollars. Strangely, the name Lenore does not appear in the original version, but in an almost unknown old poem, called Al Aaraaf (Al Aaraaf).

lenore It takes up a topic that obsessed EA Poe: the death of a young woman, but from a very different angle than what we can see in Annabel Lee, The Raven and even Ulalume. All of these poems focus on the tragedy of the death of a beautiful young woman. Here, Lenore’s boyfriend, Guy de Vere, contrary to EA Poe’s emotions, finds it undignified to cry over the death of his beloved. On the contrary, he considers that he should celebrate Lenore’s ascension to heaven, where he hopes to find her at the end of her days.

Hope is very present in lenoresomething that does not happen in other tragic poems by Poe, a detail that has shrouded in mystery the true identity of Lenore, perhaps a real woman (Virginia Clemm), or some strange combination of all the women in EA Poe’s life, which shared an inopportune tendency to die young (see The Secret Loves of Edgar Allan Poe)

Lenore.
Lenore, E. A. Poe (1809-1849)

“Oh! The golden cup is broken!
The spirit has fled forever!
Let the bells ring! A soul
holy floats on the river Styx,
And you, Guy de Vere, have you no tears?
Cry now, or never again!
Look! Above this rigid and gloomy
carriage, sleep your love!

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Lenore!

Come! Let the service of the dead
be read, let the death song be sung,
a hymn for such a royal dead as
died so young…
A dirge for her, doubtfully
dead, because she died so young.

Miserables! You loved her for her wealth and
you hated her for her pride,
and when his health fails,
you blessed because he died,
How, then, will the ritual be read?
The sung requiem
for you, for you, dark gaze;
for you, slanderous tongue,
that you have caused the death of the
innocence that he died so young
We warned:! but you will not be delirious anymore! And
May the Sabbath song
Climb up to God so solemnly that
Death feels no harm!
Sweet Lenore has moved on
with hope flying to the side,

Leaving him in pain because of that
dear creature that would have been your wife
She, the beautiful, attractive one, who now lies
so deeply
With life in the golden hair, but
not in the eyes.
Life still in the hair
Death in the eyes…

Go back tonight I have the heart
light. I will not sing death songs,
but I will hold the angel in his flight, with
a pean from days gone by!

Don’t let the bells ring! By
fear that his sweet soul, in
his religious joy,
I could catch the notes, when they float
up, from the cursed land,
towards the friends above, from the
friends below, the indignant spirit escapes,
fleeing from hell, towards heaven,
leaving the lamentations and the cries, for
a golden throne, next to the King of heaven.”

Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!–a holy soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?–weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid beer low lies thy love, Lenore!
Eat! let the burial rite be read–the funeral song be sung!–
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young–
A dirge for her the twice dead in that she died so young.