ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)
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.
She was a child and I 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 winged 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 by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman 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 a cloud, 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 see 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 side of the sea.
Casi un siglo y medio más tarde, un grupo español adaptó la letra y lo musicó.
Contaba varios siglos aquella vieja leyenda árabe que William Somerset Maugham vertió de nuevo en 1933:
Maugham, W. Somerset. "The Appointment in Samarra", 1933
Death speaks:
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went.
Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
Al igual que hace más de setenta años, hoy en Samarra, antigua capital del califato abasida y famosa por su antigua mezquita,
la Muerte sigue rondando por las calles.
Cocteau también hizo su propia versión de la historia:
Un joven jardinero persa le dice a su príncipe:
-¡Sálvame! Encontré a la Muerte esta mañana. Me hizo un gesto de amenaza. Esta noche, por milagro, quisiera estar en Ispahan.
El bondadoso príncipe le presta sus caballos. Por la tarde, el príncipe encuentra a la Muerte y le pregunta:
-Esta mañana ¿por qué hiciste a nuestro jardinero un gesto de amenaza?
-No fue un gesto de amenaza -le responde- sino un gesto de sorpresa. Pues lo veía lejos de Ispahan esta mañana y debo tomarlo esta noche en Ispahan.
