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Edgar Allan Poe-Life, Poems and Works

Edgar Allan Poe. Poe’s face is one of the biggest popular culture materials today. Anyone with a more or less literary interest recognizes this face and has seen it before in a movie, a book cover, a coffee mug, a water glass, and even on a screen. Did he give birth to the darkness in your eyes? Or did Edgar Allan Poe‘s gaze get spooky because of his books full of depressing things?

Edgar Allan Poe may be the most famous American writer you know, but don’t let his current reputation and recognition fool you. No one knew or appreciated him during his time, he died in poverty, Edgar Allan Poe.

The French gave him the reputation he deserved.


Who is Edgar Allan Poe and why is he important?

Who is Edgar Allan Poe and why is he important?



The Life and Works of Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe can be seen as the father of dark fiction, with haunted stories, poems written in a style that no one else wrote. Despite writing so depressing, pessimistic, he was afraid of the dark.

If we say Edgar Allan Poe lived his entire life in a black cloud, it is appropriate. Orphaned at the age of three, Poe was raised by John and Francis Allan in Virginia. Not officially adopted. John Allan had a somewhat arrogant personality. He did not want to include the son of a parent who had performed theatrical performances on his own family tree.


The father of dark fiction, Edgar Allan Poe

The father of dark fiction, Edgar Allan Poe


But Edgar gladly used the last name of John, who had protected him, as his middle name. His last name was not the only thing Edgar Allan Poe inherited from John. Edgar Allan Poe also inherited arrogance and arrogance from his patron John.


Alcohol, Gambling and the End

Having a loveless childhood, Edgar was not very lucky with money. While continuing his studies at the University of Virginia, Poe gambled in hopes of getting the money he needed for alcohol, and of course, he had a large amount of gambling debt.

The same situation arose again when he entered the US Military Academy West Point in 1830. Edgar Allan Poe spent most of his time there drinking alcohol and looking for ways to be expelled from the army. Finally, in January 1831, he reached his goal.

Edgar Allan Poe was so introspective that he ruined his life with alcohol. Which puts him in the class of known alcoholics. One of his classmates writes for him:

“ … his passion for heavy drinking is at least as distinctive and peculiar as his passion for playing cards … he ingests a glass of drink in one sip without smacking his mouth and swallowing it once.”

The problem was that a little alcohol was enough to get him drunk, which was the result of his unhealthy body and weakness. At the end of these circumstances, her stepfather disowned her and said that if she saw him again in his property, he would arrest him.


The Life and Works of Edgar Allan Poe

The Life and Works of Edgar Allan Poe


Poe, who lost both his money and his family, moved in with his aunt, who lives in Baltimore. He also wrote short stories for some magazines.

In 1836, at the age of twenty-seven, he married his cousin Virginia, who was 14 years younger than him. Poe and his wife fled city to city from creditors. The alcohol problem was in full swing. His career was just beginning to take shape when his wife contracted tuberculosis and unfortunately died.


How did Edgar Allan Poe die?

Edgar Allan Poe’s life was truly a nightmare and ended in a nightmarish way. He disappeared during a voyage in September 1849 and did not appear for five days. After five days he was found unconscious in front of a bar. He was wearing shabby clothes that did not belong to him when he was found. He was admitted to the hospital, delirious in pain. There was only one name he was delirious; Reynolds.

No one could find out who Reynolds was. Ultimately in the sickbed:

“God, save my poor soul! “

He said and died.



Edgar Allan Poe – The Raven


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you” — here I opened wide the door; ——

Darkness there and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” —

Merely this and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

‘Tis the wind and nothing more!”



Edgar Allan Poe was proud of “The Raven”, even calling it “the best poetry ever”. As one might expect, humility knew no bounds! But Poe hardly made any money from this poem. He was unaware of copyrights. He had the poem published in a newspaper and after this publication, everyone had the right to publish the poem.


One of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems is The Raven. Edgar Allan Poe was proud of “The Raven”, even calling it “the best poetry ever”.


Poe was educated in the cemetery as a child. He had learned mathematics by adding up and subtracting the numbers on the tombstones.



Fake News But Believable

One of the things Edgar Allan Poe did in times of cash shortage was writing news for newspapers. Poe wrote for the New York Sun newspaper in April 1844 about the world’s first transatlantic balloon flight. He wrote, “After land and sea, the air has now succumbed to science and has become an ordinary and convenient transport medium for humanity.”
He wrote an article where he spoke in detail about the balloon ride, but the only problem was that this whole story was made up.



Edgar Allan Poe and NFL

One of the professional American football teams returned to the city of Baltimore after 13 years, and although there were alternatives such as the Bandits and the Americans among the name options, the team named itself “Ravens” or “The Raven” in homage to Poe’s poetry.


One of the National Football League (NFL) teams named it the Baltimore Ravens (Ravens of Baltimore) to pay respect to Poe’s work.



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 wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.


And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;


For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.



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