Edgar Allan Poe

“A Dream within a Dream”

By |2018-12-01T00:20:25-05:00August 9th, 2015|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less [...]

Poe, Dickens, Ravens, and the Madness of Nevermore

By |2016-11-26T10:20:16-05:00March 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 [...]

“To The River”

By |2018-12-01T00:22:42-05:00March 15th, 2015|Categories: Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry|

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty, the unhidden heart, The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she looks, Which glistens then, and trembles, Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshiper resembles; For [...]