Poe, Dickens, Ravens, and the Madness of Nevermore

By |2020-07-12T01:30:42-05:00March 20th, 2015|Categories: Charles Dickens, Culture, Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|Tags: , |

There is something of the madman in every man. There is something of the sadist in every sinner. Is there something of ecstasy in every elegy? So it was with Edgar Allan Poe—and he called it Beauty. It often takes a poet—a poet like Poe—to exhume the mysterious depravity of people. As churchgoers lean into [...]