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Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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  • 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.

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

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

  • Cloe De Nlie (5/15/2012 10:02:00 AM)

    Poe is my fav poet he is soooooo cool

  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:54:00 AM)

    Yet we read your poems and short stories from the farthest corner of the world and get surprised.

  • Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:52:00 AM)

    Yet we read your poems and short stories from the farthest corner of the world and get surprised.

  • David Rain (5/4/2012 7:54:00 PM)

    Poe isn't even JUST a phenomenal poet, he's fantastic with his short stories and his wordings. My favorite of his many literary abilities his how well he describes things. He always has the best, creepiest, crawliest descriptions out of anything from anyone. I'd of loved to have seen what he and some other great horror writers (such as H. P.) could do together.

  • Nomthandazo Lukhele (5/2/2012 9:36:00 AM)

    wow! He is indeed a poet

  • Walterrean Salley (5/1/2012 12:34:00 PM)

    Edgar Allen Poe is among the best. One of the greatest poets ever. Powerful, enduring works.

  • Evan Haase (4/10/2012 9:39:00 PM)

    My favorite poet of all time
    without his poetry i would have never started writing

  • R.e.d. Xcxc (3/13/2012 9:37:00 PM)

    Thanks to him I learned that hardships plus a little bit of fanstay makes a epic story got a A+ in languege arts

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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