The passage of time marked by bells can be joyous, alarming, and somber. I like the alliteration and rhythm in the poem by Edgar Allan Poe. I read it aloud to Mary today and it brought back memories of reading it to students.
Hear the sledges with the bells –
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Take time to read the entire poem. It is a tour de force that helps define what poetry can be.
March 11, 2012
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Oh, the Poe! I just finished teaching a unit on Poe. Such a dark character with such a vision of light (a paradox himself!) Heading to Charleston with my “President’s List” daughter and mother for two furlough days this week. Poe’s Tavern on Sullivan’s island is on the itinerary. Have you been?
You look and sound great – keep it going forward!