was released in the United States on June 12, 2009. Music by Clint Mansell.
Cast:
Sam Rockwell, Kevin
Spacey, Dominique McElligott, Rosie Shaw, Adrienne Shaw, Kaya Scodelario, Benedict
Wong, Matt Berry, Malcolm Stewart, Robin Chalk, Gavin Rothery, Gary Shaw, Mick
Ward.
by Edgar Allan Poe At midnight, in the
month of June, I stand beneath the
mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy,
dim, Exhales from out her
golden rim, And softly dripping,
drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain
top, Steals drowsily and
musically Into the universal
valley. The rosemary nods upon
the grave; The lily lolls upon the
wave; Wrapping the fog about
its breast, The ruin moulders into
rest; Looking like Lethe, see!
the lake A conscious slumber
seems to take, And would not, for the
world, awake. All Beauty sleeps! – and
lo! where lies Irene, with her
Destinies! Oh, lady bright! can it
be right – This window open to the
night? The wanton airs, from
the tree-top, Laughingly through the
lattice drop – The bodiless airs, a
wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber
in and out, And wave the curtain
canopy So fitfully – so
fearfully – Above the closed and
fringéd lid ’Neath which thy
slumb’ring soul lies hid, That, o’er the floor and
down the wall, Like ghosts the shadows
rise and fall! Oh, lady dear, hast thou
no fear? Why and what art thou
dreaming here? Sure thou art come o’er
far-off seas, A wonder to these garden
trees! Strange is thy pallor!
strange thy dress! Strange, above all, thy
length of tress, And this all solemn
silentness! The lady sleeps! Oh, may
her sleep, Which is enduring, so be
deep! Heaven have her in its
sacred keep! This chamber changed for
one more holy, This bed for one more
melancholy, I pray to God that she
may lie Forever with unopened
eye, While the pale sheeted
ghosts go by! My love, she sleeps! Oh,
may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be
deep! Soft may the worms about
her creep! Far in the forest, dim
and old, For her may some tall
vault unfold – Some vault that oft hath
flung its black And wingéd pannels
fluttering back, Triumphant, o’er the
crested palls Of her grand family
funerals – Some sepulchre, remote,
alone, Against whose portals
she hath thrown, In childhood, many an
idle stone – Some tomb from out whose
sounding door She ne’er shall force an
echo more, Thrilling to think, poor
child of sin! It was the dead who
groaned within.
Recommended reading:
The Complete Stories and
Poems by Edgar Allan Poe (1966)
Video by Jack Kost –
2025.
Photograph: Moon Over
Trees (2024), by Jack Kost.
Wind Sound Effect by
freesound_community from Pixabay.
My wife
and I took time out from work this afternoon, sat out back of the house, and made
our own sun viewer out of a Triscuit box.
We only
got a partial eclipse, but it was still neat to see the light change for that
couple of minutes.
We
burned sage, meditated, gave thanks for all we are blessed with, exchanged affirmations,
expressed our love for each other, and wished happiness, good health, peace and
prosperity to everyone.
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