September 26, 2004

The Bells....

I have had bells ringing in my head for almost a week in preparation for this presentation. I don't know if I can do it, but I did have to come up with some ideas eventually....

Amanda, Diana and myself were sitting around my apartment in Farrell one night and Diana was reading to us "The Bells" by Edgar Allen Poe. It was funny because one she was finished reading it to us we realized it would be perfect for us to do. Our voices were different pitches already (Amanda's was lower, mine was in the middle, and Diana's was more on the higher side). Then it was just a matter of reviewing the poem and deciding where we would be putting breaks and inventing and interesting way to tie all of our parts together.

"The Bells" was written in 1849.

I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now–now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people–ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

THE END

Posted by Tiffany Brattina at September 26, 2004 8:44 AM
Comments

I really like that poem, Tiffany. Thanks for posting it. The repetition in Poe's work usually works in numerous ways--aiding the rhyme pattern and almost creating the onomatopoeia with the words themselves. Fabulous.

Posted by: Karissa at September 26, 2004 7:45 PM

Um, I hope I don't get tongue-tied...

Posted by: Amanda at September 26, 2004 11:29 PM

You'll be fine, all three of you. I'm certain that I wish that I could be there :)

Posted by: Karissa at September 27, 2004 9:35 AM

We got it covered Amanda!

No worries!

Tiffany

Posted by: Tiffany at September 27, 2004 1:37 PM

Tiffany,

I just loved how you and your group said, "Bells". It was done in a unique way. It was done with emotion and feeling into the poem.

Posted by: Nabila Uddin at October 5, 2004 1:07 PM

Tiffany,

I just loved how you and your group said, "Bells". It was done in a unique way. It was done with emotion and feeling into the poem.

-Nabila

Posted by: Nabila Uddin at October 5, 2004 1:07 PM
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