• AJ Hawkins

ANNABEL LEE


"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 wingèd 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 kinsmen 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 the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea."


- EDGAR ALLEN POE








ABOUT THE COLLECTION:

I live at the place where the forest falls into the sea, and the winter is not so much frigid as she is cruel. Her greyness is suffocating and her bitter wind bites at your face. Salt spray clings to your clothes as the tides crash against rocky shores. Her scent is salt brine, bull kelp and the bodies of animals that she has taken in her storms. The winter of the Pacific Northwest lets you know that she is to be feared. Edgar Allen Poe's last complete poem, "Annabel Lee", has long been a personal favorite. It's a sorrowful and tender story of a love so great, the angels in heaven coveted it and ripped it away. Annabel Lee is taken by a great wind, that comes "chilling and killing" her before she is locked away in her seaside tomb. It is a story that comes to me each and every winter I've lived in the Puget Sound. I love that this poem speaks to the places that our most cherished and painful memories abide. The places that we return to and remember what, and who, we have lost. We all have sacred places where we feel the presence of loved ones who are no longer locked into our linear time.


The ANNABEL LEE collection is inspired by the palette of the winter coast: kelp green, jade blue, bleary and blustery grey. You'll find natural materials from the sea - pearl and shell, salt and seaweed - and imagery inspired by the Victorian naturalist and maritime tradition.


Shop the collection HERE.



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