“The City in the Sea”
© 1845
by
Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! Death has reared himself a
throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently —
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free —
Up domes — up spires — up kingly halls —
Up fanes — up Babylon-like walls —
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers —
Up many and many a marvelous shrine
Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in the air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently —
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free —
Up domes — up spires — up kingly halls —
Up fanes — up Babylon-like walls —
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers —
Up many and many a marvelous shrine
Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in the air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye —
Not the gaily-jeweled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass —
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea —
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye —
Not the gaily-jeweled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass —
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea —
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave — there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow —
The hours are breathing faint and low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
The wave — there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow —
The hours are breathing faint and low —
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
END.
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COMMENTARY, with especial regard to the Cthulhu Mythos:
Poe first published this in a substantially-different
version as “The Doomed City” in 1831, and then in revised form as “The City of
Sin” in 1836. It first appeared in its
final version as “The City in the Sea”
in 1845.
The city is ruled by Death, whom Poe sees as worse than the
Devil: note that when it is finally
drawn down to the infernal regions, the powers of Hell honor the City of
Sin. This seems to be a purely
Judeo-Christian conception, as the connections between the Devil, Sin and Death
date back to the tale of the Garden of Eden in Genesis; the
anthropomorphization of Death at least to medieval times; and of Sin at least
to Milton’s Paradise Lost (and probably back to the medieval morality
plays).
Aside from its substantial beauty, the poem is also of
interest to us as it was clearly one of the sources of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu
Mythos. Lovecraft was a great admirer
of Poe, and himself a weird poet of no small talent, and there are themes in
this poem which anticipate the Mythos. The reasons why this poem would especially have touched him are obvious: it is directly weird fantasy or horror; and Lovecraft had a personal fear of the sea and hence found horror stories set in the sea especially terrifying.
The City of Sin is a “strange sunken city” lying “far down
within the dim West” … Poe (though American) may have had in mind medieval
concepts of (the Atlantic) Ocean as the realm of Death; Lovecraft located his
R’lyeh “far down within the dim West” from the Americas, in the South
Pacific. Like R’lyeh,
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Note that the towers
“tremble not” despite the fact that they are “time-eaten” – they show the signs
of great age but are still intact.
As to it being a city of the dead, people who think of
R’lyeh in connection with the Deep Ones forget that it was mainly the city of
the Cthulhi, and that they there lie in seeming death: the Deep Ones, who do not mind living at
tremendous oceanic depths, merely tend the city of their masters. Cthulhu and his kind may seem dead,
but
That is not dead which can eternal lieAnd with strange aeons even Death may die.
(Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu")
they are in fact only sleeping in suspended animation,
awaiting the day when the stars are right and they can rise to reclaim the
Earth. Over the City of Sin
… from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
just as great Cthulhu waits in his temple, the highest
structure on the central mountain of R’lyeh, which overlooks the ancient
subcontinent-wide megalopolis.
At the end of the poem, some unnamed geological cataclysm is
about to draw the City of Sin down to the infernal regions where
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,Shall do it reverence.
which is physically the opposite but substantially the
identical destiny claimed (by the Cthulhu-cult) for R’lyeh. When the “stars are right,” R’lyeh will rise
from the sea (instead of sinking through the crust) and great Cthulhu become
the supreme Lord of evil upon the Earth (hell shall do him reverence).
Thus, aside from its great inherent merits as a poem, “The
City in the Sea” is one of the major inspirations for at least two Cthulhu
Mythos stories: “The Call of Cthulhu” (1928)
and “Dagon” (1919).
END.
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