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=__An Ode to the Inevitable __=

//**Death in Poetry **// ====Death is defined as the end of life, the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism. ==== ====Many view death as a terrifying and horrible event, others can't wait for death, some even bring it on ==== ====themselves. Just like there are different ways to view death there are different ways to portray it too through song ==== ====and poem, and each poet/song writer has their own way of doing this. Two poets, Edgar Allan Poe and ==== ====Emily Dickenson, are known for their writing about death. ====

//Edgar Allan Poe and Death //
====To say Poe had a hard life would be an understatement. At the age of three, both his mother and father were dead, and he was taken in by the Allans. Mrs. Allan loved him like her own, but Mr. Allan never really liked him. Later in his life, a woman he loved went mad and passed, and a woman who he had been engaged to was shipped away by her family. After serving in the military, Poe married a woman named Virgina who later died of tuberculosis, and it is rumored that Poe resorted to drinking and drugs to cope with this pain. This explains a little bit why Edgar Allan Poe's poems are so dark. Poe is known for his unique and intricate vocabulary, or word choice, his skill of imagry, and his repitition.====

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Annabel Lee- Edgar Allan Poe 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. I was a child and she 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, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her nd me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love 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 feel 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 the sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. 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. I was a child and she 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, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher 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 the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love 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 feel 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 the sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

=Personification & Alliteration: "the wind came out of the cloud by night,= =Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee."=

=The Poem is pretty direct, Poe has a wife, she dies, he writes a poem. There isn't much conotation, unless you count the fact that she wasn't really killed by a wind.=

//Emily Dickinson and Death//

Death is a Dialogue between by Emily Dickinson Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. "Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir I have another Trust" --

Death doubts it -- Argues from the Ground -- The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay.

All but Death, can be Adjusted -- by Emily Dickinson ==== All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved -- Wastes of Lives -- resown with Colors By Succeeding Springs -- Death -- unto itself -- Exception -- Is exempt from Change -- ====

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Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell I'm writing this letter and wishing you well Mama, we all go to hell

Oh well now Mama, we're all gonna die Mama, we're all gonna die Stop asking me questions I'd hate to see you cry Mama, we're all gonna die

And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go And when you go, don't return to me my love

Mama, we're all full of lies Mama, we're meant for the flies And right now they're building a coffin your size Mama, we're all full of lies

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should have been a better son If you could coddle the infection They can amputate at once You should have been I could have been a better son

And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go She said "You ain't no son of mine" For what you done they're gonna find A place for you and just you mind Your manners when you go And when you go, don't return to me my love

Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell It's really quite pleasant Except for the smell Mama, we all go to hell

2 - 3 - 4 MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!

And if you would call me your sweetheart I'd maybe then sing you a song But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun You would cry out your eyes all along

We're damned after all Through fortune and flame we fall And if you can stay then I'll show you the way To return from the ashes you call We all carry on When our brothers in arms are gone

So raise your glass high For tomorrow we die And return from the ashes you call