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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) In the vaulted mausoleum hear the shriek! Madeline is wresting free From her tomb-tied agony. Hear the rapping, tapping of the Raven-beak, Rhyming at your chamber door Tritely, tritely, “Nevermore.” Hear the necrophilic, dream-drugged poet speak With inebriated breath: “Ulalume…Lenore…Red Death!” Wonder at his lust for wasting, waning, weak Ebbing women, bloodless-white, Like Virginia, eyes Death-bright. Ponder why he only lived to search and seek Death herself, and loved her true. Sweetest temptress that he knew.

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Denis Joe

Date: 12/29/2008 12:07:00 PM

I like what you have done here. 'Hear the necrophilic, dream-drugged poet speak' is a great line. that you have avoided using the 'ye olde language' that makes reading Poe a real bore at times and reading people who ape his style torment that could only be found in one of the circles of Hell. This has a good tongue in cheek style to it but also shows a depthness that is sharp when digging out ideas.

Raul Moreno

Date: 12/27/2008 4:26:00 PM

Excellent poem here Steve, nice use of words and great use of imagery...Raul

Madeleine Mclaughlin

Date: 12/27/2008 3:45:00 PM

Poe certainly had his problems, didn't he? I like this poem which gives a brief idea of what he was like.

Derrick Burton

Date: 12/27/2008 3:38:00 PM

the lady who use to leave coniac on his grave evety year of his birth day passed away, guess some will continue the tradition with poetry and the bottle of the good stuff, a philly regular really stirs my heart with his beautiful poetry of and death.