Poetry is a fascinating use of language. With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries. In this series we look at the American writer Edgar Allan Poe who in the following poems is seen to be a gifted and accomplished poet
Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe) was born in Boston Massachusetts on January 19th 1809 and was orphaned at an early age. Taken in by the Allan family his education was cut short by lack of money and he went to the military academy, West Point where he failed to become an officer.
His early literary works were poetic but he quickly turned to prose. He worked for several magazines and journals until in January 1845 The Raven was published and became an instant classic.
Thereafter followed the works for which he is now so rightly famed as a master of the mysterious and macabre. In this volume we bring you some of his poetry, all less well known than his stories, but fascinating none the less. Some are dark and others speak of love. Together they help to round out Edgar Allan Poe the Artist.
Poe died at the early age of 40 in 1849 in Baltimore, Maryland
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Index Of Poems The Haunted Place The Raven To My Mother A Dream Within A Dream Annabel Lee The Sleeper A Dream A Valentine Dreamland Dreams Romance Sonnet - Silence Ulalame Alone Eldorado Evening Star To The River The Happiest Day Lenore Tamerlane The Bridal Ballad The Coliseum Eulalie Fairy-Land The Valley Of Unrest To One in Paradise Stanzas Sonnet - To Science Spirits Of The Dead Epigram For Wall Street An Acrostic An Enigma Sancta Maria In Youth I Have Known One Israfel The Conqueror Worm The City In The Sea The Coliseum The Forest Reverie The Divine Right Of Kings To One Departed
The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher. This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundreds of essays and book reviews. He is widely acknowledged as the inventor of the modern detective story and an innovator in the science fiction genre, but he made his living as America’s first great literary critic and theoretician. Poe’s reputation today rests primarily on his tales of terror as well as on his haunting lyric poetry.
Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. But much of what we know about Poe is wrong, the product of a biography written by one of his enemies in an attempt to defame the author’s name.
The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. Edgar was the second of three children. His other brother William Henry Leonard Poe would also become a poet before his early death, and Poe’s sister Rosalie Poe would grow up to teach penmanship at a Richmond girls’ school. Within three years of Poe’s birth both of his parents had died, and he was taken in by the wealthy tobacco merchant John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan in Richmond, Virginia while Poe’s siblings went to live with other families. Mr. Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. Early poetic verses found written in a young Poe’s handwriting on the backs of Allan’s ledger sheets reveal how little interest Poe had in the tobacco business.
I read this poetry book aloud with my daughter. Some of it flowed lyrically and smooth while others were like tongue twisters that winded me. My favorite poem, besides the famous popular ones, was For Annie.
Much as with Wilde, I find myself feeling disconnected from those works steeped in mythology. I can appreciate the artistry of them, but they aren’t as viscerally compelling to me. Those poems which do connect though, make the entire reading worth it. I especially enjoyed finding those gems which haven’t stuck in the zeitgeist so much or don’t often get taught in school. Both “For Annie” and “Alone” were like finding treasure. It was also interesting to see the beginnings of what would eventually became cosmic horror and that brand of language so associated with Lovecraft.