Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • John Doe John Doe (9/14/2017 8:45:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe to Mrs. Maria Clemm — July 7,1849
    My dear, dear Mother,
    I have been so ill — have had the cholera, or spasms quiet as bad, and can now hardly hold the pen
    The very instant you get this, come to me. The joy of seeing you will almost compensate for our sorrows. We can but die together. It is no use to reason with me now; I must die. I have no desire to live since I have done “Eureka.” I could accomplish nothing more. For your sake it would be sweet to live, but we muse die together. You have been all in all to me, darling, ever beloved mother, and dearest, truest friend.
    I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched...
    I have been taken to prison once since I came here for spreeing drunk; but then I was not. It was about Virginia.

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  • John Doe John Doe (9/14/2017 8:44:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe to Mrs. Maria Clemm — July 7,1849
    My dear, dear Mother, —

    I have been so ill — have had the cholera, or spasms quiet as bad, and can now hardly hold the pen[...]

    The very instant you get this, come to me. The joy of seeing you will almost compensate for our sorrows. We can but die together. It is no use to reason with me now; I must die. I have no desire to live since I have done “Eureka.” I could accomplish nothing more. For your sake it would be sweet to live, but we muse die together. You have been all in all to me, darling, ever beloved mother, and dearest, truest friend.

    I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched[...]

    I have been taken to prison once since I came here for spreeing drunk; but then I was not. It was about Virginia.

  • Yoi Yami Yoi Yami (6/1/2017 7:05:00 AM)

    I've been studying English poems by myself, and found his works beautiful. I'm happy if you contact me cause I want to make friends on PoemHunter. My English is still rousy, but I want to write poems like his works.....

  • Ewan Cole (5/9/2017 9:51:00 AM)

    John Cena dun dun dunn dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:24:00 PM)

    I had to recite Poe in grade school, and taught me the beauty of words - music & meter. From memory:
    'Keeping time, time, time
    In a sort of runic rhyme
    To the tintinnabulation
    That so musically swells
    From the rhyming & the chiming
    Of the bells, bells, bells
    Bells, bells, bells, bells
    From the rhyming & the chiming
    Of the bells.'

    The first American Melancholy Master.

  • Chuck Wallace (10/23/2016 11:30:00 PM)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/13/2016 9:13:00 AM)

    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    E.A.P., 'A Dream Within a Dream' (1849)

  • Maria Mc Groddy (11/19/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    Dare I say I only learned about him originally from the TV Show The Following

  • Mereia Namatua Mereia Namatua (10/10/2015 5:10:00 PM)

    the master at heart......the words of his poems convey a whole more to the readers and i must say that he is one impressive poet

  • Epiccjv (9/8/2015 9:58:00 PM)

    I really think that Poe is one of the best poets out there. At LEAST #10 on my imaginary poet list. His poem The Raven is one of the most famous poems out there.

Best Poem of Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In ...

Read the full of Annabel Lee

Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated

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