Lenore - Help!

[Poetess]

I do like this one alot? I don`t know why, I don`t even know its analysis.. I couldn`t analyze it for some reasons..
Would anyone help me analyze it please????


Lenore

By Edgar A. Poe



Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! 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 doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven!
Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"


Knowing that "Lenore" was also mentioned in The Raven

[kathycf]

Hi Poetess:

Well, I think there is grief here as well as anger at an untimely death. I think Poe is questioning where the soul of this loved one will fly, but he seems to realize that she will be in the Kingdom of Heaven. It is my understanding that Poe was a melancholy man who experienced the loss of several loved ones, most especially his wife.

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
Death is a great equalizer. No matter if one is young or old, beautiful or not, we all fall prey to it. You can look at the shell of the body once the life has left, and maybe even trick yourself into seeing an illusion of life, but one look into the eyes of the dead will disabuse you of that illusion.

Hmm, that is about all I have. I have not read Poe for a long time, so perhaps I need to rectify that. I hoped that helped a little bit, at least.

[Poetess]

Kathy, I appreciate that,
Thank you alot.

[Eddy]

There are so many ways to analyze it, and I think everyone has to find his or her personal meaning of the poem, but what Kathy did was already quite good.