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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • Joaquin Santana (9/11/2013 12:32:00 AM)

    I was in either 2nd or 3rd grade when my teacher first introduced my class to the Library. The Librarian told us to all sit around her as she read The Pit and the Pendulum to us. It was so suspenseful that, from that day on, Poe became my favorite poet.

    53 person liked.
    37 person did not like.
  • p.a. noushad (9/7/2013 12:09:00 AM)

    Dear Edgar Allan Poe, I like your verses very much.

  • Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:39:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

  • Lizzie Nelson (4/30/2013 7:40:00 AM)

    he is a really really good poet!

  • Chris Bellen (2/13/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    they do not have to rhyme to be poetry poetry is the heart real life live feelings dreams where u get your swagger again please do tell rap

  • Chris Bellen (2/13/2013 8:05:00 AM)

    they do not have to rhyme to be poetry poetry is the heart real life live feelings dreams where u get your swagger again please do tell rap

  • Swagger Mcjagger (1/10/2013 11:43:00 AM)

    I like how his poems have a happy mood to them but they don't rhyme and poems have to rhyme

  • Kat Wong (11/10/2012 12:53:00 PM)

    how can you not like him? his poems are amazing + he was able to suffer through a hard life w/o to many issues
    seriously guys
    PS. READ his poem ALONE

  • A T (9/22/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    wow so many dislikes. i know he wasnt the nicest guy in the world but who are you? who are you to disrespect a persons legacy and life's achievement? you don't like what he has to say then don't read it. snobs.

  • Juan Olivarez (5/18/2012 12:00:00 PM)

    There are two kinds of poets. Edgar Allen Poe, and everybody else. nuff said.

To M.L.S.

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen

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