Edgar Allan Poe

That's why I love Poe's work. Not only do some of his writings like "The Tell Tale Heart" make you think, and then other times, unless you really read it, you're left wondering. It's like, I think it was called "The Pit," where the guy is stuck in total darkness. If I hadn't read the specifics of that story, I wouldn't have known of the stuff I missed.

I haven't read Poe's work for like, three years, but I've yet to come across another writer who's really sparked my interest like Poe has . Something about his work is just, amazing.

 

Poe is awesome indeed. The raven is pretty cool, bells, and anabell lee are my favoites

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 this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

What a lack of respect for an infamous and incredible writer. Ugh. J-Flex, if you wrote a story and someone took it, read it for 10 seconds, then said "that's too long, tell me what it's about", wouldn't you be insulted that your work is not being appreciated? Bah. [/b][/quote]
yeah sorry about that . but i am too lazy... not disrespecting it...
well yeah i do understand your point but ...puuh try to short your txt too jk
no i appoligice for the writer then but i am not such a reader and thats the way who i am...

 

I like Poe a lot. I like his short stories more than his poetry, because I don't really like poetry. But "The Raven" is one of my favorite poems. In eigth grade my grade took a field trip to his house in Richmond, Virginia, because now it's a museum. It was really cool.

 

i think poe is good. i dont really read poetry but i think i found his stuff on the web... wait it might be a different mr.poe. hmm.

 

I heard a story about his house.. I heard that every night on Halloween. That if you go to his house and spend the night outside, your supposed leave out a red rose and a bottle of red wine (i'm not sure if that's fully correct, I think it was somthing else.) And once you fall asleep, you wake up and it's gone. A group of people every Halloween do that very same thing, hoping to find out the culprit. No one to this day has ever caught anyone taking the wine and rose..






*plays dramatic music*



Maybe it's... Edgar. :chemist:

 

I second that.

 

I first read "The Raven" when I was in 5th grade and didn't get it. I re-read it four years later in 9th grade and fell in love with it. Great poem. Great author. FAR from being the best ever, but he's still great.

...or someone hiding in the bushes who waits until everyone is either alseep or too tired to care to go grab the rose and the wine.

Edit: ...or an alchoholic with a soft side for roses.

 

i hadn't read any 'till then, but it looks really good.
i like that bit in Panic Room where Jodie Foster goes "Ever read any Poe?" and the wierd woman who's showing her 'round the house goes "no, but I loved her last album"

 

...or someone hiding in the bushes who waits until everyone is either alseep or too tired to care to go grab the rose and the wine.

Edit: ...or an alchoholic with a soft side for roses. [/b][/quote]
Or me stealing the roses for you.


Or maybe it's just the alchoholic.

 

i love "the raven"...and mos tof Poe's work
in mostly inspired me in my poems and songs

 

yeah i get what you mean.