Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Comments about Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie Annabel Lee (6/24/2009 11:42:00 PM)

    This is one of my favorite poems of all time too! I'm sure it's about his wife (Virginia Clemm, his first cousin) who he married when he was 27 and she was 13. They lived together with her mother, brother and... I forget who... from the time she was 7 too so I'm sure they must have had a crush on each other long before they were married. History says they adored each other. So apparently, she was literally a child when they fell in love and he was a child at heart. The 'Kingdom by the Sea' was Baltimore. He wasted away and died 2 years after she did.

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  • Rookie Tess Bybee (1/27/2009 12:21:00 AM)

    Psh, Edgar Allan Poe is totally boss, I don't care what anyone says, he's a good poet.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:36:00 AM)

    your poems wonder me.

  • Rookie Knight in missouri : D (3/26/2008 1:38:00 PM)

    You all are talking bout edgar allan poe. Some good and some bad. Yes in peoples eyes some poems is good and some are bad and even depressing. But no matter what kind of comment you make just remember this. Mr. Poe is and always will be a legend. He is a good poet. Everyone knows he is. He made a name for him self. He followed his dream and it payed off in the end. and he made alot of money with his poetry. So befor you bring the man down just listen and dont judge a book by its cover.
    Joe
    thank you

  • Rookie Andy Lopez (3/25/2008 3:33:00 AM)

    this guy got a few goods but the rest r 2 depressing for me

  • Rookie Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:01:00 PM)

    I've been waiting a long time to tell you this...well actually not too long because I just found out about this website today, but still. You really bake my potato Edgar Allen Poe! You suck and your poems suck and your moustache sucks!

  • Rookie - 73 Points Edgar Eslit (8/17/2007 2:33:00 AM)

    I simply love the work of this buddy and his being a poet. I always read his poems with owe. My mother loved him the most though; it's where she got my first name. Had it not because of my brother's name Allan, my name would have been Edgar Allan Eslit.

  • Rookie Christine Woodrich (4/23/2007 11:19:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe is most definately my favorite poet of all time. He's been so inspirational to me and it was his work that gave me the desire to write. He was a truly wonderful man.

  • Rookie funky town (5/11/2005 4:02:00 PM)

    edger allen poe is one of the greatest poets of all time and i feel that this poem really shows what he was made of...... simply PERFECT

  • Rookie Anastasia Hagerstrom (3/15/2005 5:22:00 PM)

    I mistakenly used several devices on my keyboard and it translated as an error in Baudelaire's statement on Edgar Allan Poe. It should read:
    In his case every introductory passage quietly draws you in like a whirlpool. His solemnity takes the reader by surprise and keeps his mind alert. Immediately he feels that something serious is invovled. And slowly, little by little, a story unfolds in which all interest depends on an imperceptible intellectual deviation on a bold hypothesis, on an imprudent dose of Nature in the amalgam of faculties. The reader, seized by a kind of vertigo, is constrained to follow the author through his compelling deductions. Baudelaire,1856

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 ...

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To Helen - 1848

I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,

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