The great Edgar Allan Poe considered this story as the best from all of his creations. Here he developed his favorite theme about love and death. The main character is a young man. He meets a young adorable woman and falls in love. Soon they get married. The husband does not know much about his wife, even her surname. In spite of this, they are happy together. Ligeia is tall and slim. Her skin is perfect. Her movements are smooth and aristocratic. She is very smart. Ligeia knows many foreign languages and never makes mistakes. It is unearthly love and admiration by the ideal. Suddenly Ligeia falls ill. She passes away. The widower goes crazy and becomes addicted to alcohol. Finally, he remarries another woman. He does not love her actually. The new wife falls into illness just like the previous one.Download Ebook Download AudioBook
Ligeia by Edgar Allan Poe
I cannot remember how, when or where I met Ligeia. It was a long time ago and my memory is not good. But I think I met her first in a large, old city near the Rhine in Germany.
She told me that she came from an ancient family. But I never knew the family name of the woman who was my friend, my partner in my studies and finally my wife. Why did I never discover her family name? Perhaps because she did not want me to find out, but I cannot remember.
I remember one thing very well: Ligeia was tall and slim. Later, at the end, she became very thin. How can I describe her quiet, aristocratic movements, or the strange softness of her footsteps? If she came into my office, I only knew she was there when I heard her voice, or when she put her white hand on my shoulder.
She had a beautiful face, but it was not a classical kind of beauty. There was something strange about it. I have often tried to understand it: was it her pure white skin or her thick, black hair? I looked at her long, delicate nose many times. It was perfect! I looked at her sweet mouth. How soft and red it was! And when she smiled, her teeth were white. Then I looked into her eyes.
They were much bigger than normal eyes. Sometimes, when she was excited, they looked like a deer’s eyes. They were black, with long black eyelashes and black eyebrows. But as I looked into them, I realised that they had a strange expression. I thought about it for many hours, sometimes all night. What was the expression in those eyes? I wanted to know. Many times I thought I almost had the answer, but then it was gone.
Ligeia was very determined. She was always calm and quiet, but her determination showed in her eyes. It shone like a terrible energy, and sometimes it frightened me.
Ligeia was very clever. She was excellent at Latin and Greek, and she knew many other languages perfectly; she never made a mistake. She was also a student of science and mathematics. When we were first married I often asked her for help with my studies, and we worked together. But after she died I was alone. Without her I was like a child in the dark…