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