Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Autor: Thereza Christina Rocque da Motta | Publicado: 2017-01-25T19:56:00-08:00


ANNABEL LEE
Edgar Allan Poe
 It was many and many a year ago,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In a kingdom by the sea,&nbsp;
That a maiden there lived whom you may know&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;By the name of Annabel Lee;&nbsp;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Than to love and be loved by me.&nbsp;
 I was a child and she was a child,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In this kingdom by the sea,&nbsp;
But we loved with a love that was more than love—&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;I and my Annabel Lee—&nbsp;
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Coveted her and me.&nbsp;
 And this was the reason that, long ago,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In this kingdom by the sea,&nbsp;
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;My beautiful Annabel Lee;&nbsp;
So that her highborn kinsmen came&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;And bore her away from me,&nbsp;
To shut her up in a sepulchre&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In this kingdom by the sea.&nbsp;
 The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Went envying her and me—&nbsp;
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In this kingdom by the sea)&nbsp;
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.&nbsp;
 But our love it was stronger by far than the love&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of those who were older than we—&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of many far wiser than we—&nbsp;
And neither the angels in Heaven above&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Nor the demons down under the sea&nbsp;
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&nbsp;
 For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&nbsp;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&nbsp;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In her sepulchre there by the sea—&nbsp;
&nbsp; &nbsp;In her tomb by the sounding sea.

ANNABEL LEE
Edgar Allan Poe

Há muitos e muitos anos,
num reino junto ao mar,
havia uma moça
chamada Annabel Lee,
que só vivia com um pensamento,
de amar e ser amada por mim.

Eu era criança e ela era criança,
neste reino junto ao mar,
mas nosso amor era maior que o amor -
o meu e o de Annabel Lee,
um amor que os serafins do Céu
começaram a invejar.

E foi essa a razão por que, há muito,
neste reino junto ao mar,
surgiu um vento de uma nuvem, gelando
a minha bela Annabel Lee.
E seus nobres parentes vieram
e a levaram de mim,
para fechá-la numa tumba
neste reino junto ao mar.

Os anjos, não tão felizes no Céu,
continuaram a nos invejar,
Sim! Esta foi a razão (como todos sabem,
neste reino junto ao mar)
por que o vento surgiu da nuvem à noite
gelando e matando a minha Annabel Lee.

Mas nosso amor era mais forte que o amor
daqueles mais velhos que nós -
daqueles mais sábios que nós -
e nem os anjos do Céu acima,
nem os demônios no fundo do mar
jamais poderão separar minha alma da alma
da bela Annabel Lee.

Pois o luar sempre me traz sonhos
da bela Annabel Lee,
e as estrelas no céu me trazem o olhar
da bela Annabel Lee;
e, assim, por toda a noite, me deito ao lado
da minha amada, querida, minha noiva, minha vida,
em seu sepulcro junto ao mar -
em sua tumba junto ao murmúrio do mar.

Tradução de Thereza Christina Rocque da Motta