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[Anonymous No.16155860]

What is your favorite work of Edgar Allan Poe?

[Anonymous No.16155870]

>>16155860
>The Murders in the Rue Morgue (because it was the first story of his I read, and it helped me fall in love with literature and reading around age 15)
>The Black Cat
>The Fall of the House of Usher
>The Pit and the Pendulum
>The Cask of Amontillado

[Anonymous No.16156111]

>>16155860
Not the biggest Poe fan, but “The City in the Sea” has some good phrasework, like the line where he calls the sea a wilderness of glass.

[Anonymous No.16156127]

>>16155860
My uncle is supposedly blood related to him.

[Anonymous No.16156138]

AHHHHHH OH FUCK I’M GOING INSANE AHHH RAVENS EVERYWHERE OH MY GOD!
VIRGINIA I AM GOING INSAAAAAANE

[Anonymous No.16156259]

>>16155860
William Wilson or The Black Cat

[Anonymous No.16156346]

>>16155860
Eureka: A prose poem

[Anonymous No.16156469]

>>16155860
masque of the red death

[Anonymous No.16156477]

>>16156111
>a wilderness of glass.
nice

[Anonymous No.16156484]

>>16156138
its like that story where the heart beats harder and harder under the floor boards then the man breaks and has to confess. i forgot the name but it was kino

[Anonymous No.16156504]

>>16155860
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,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe-
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death-
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses,
And on thine own, upturn'd- alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight-
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footstep stirred: the hated world an slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven!- oh, God!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All- all expired save thee- save less than thou:
Save only the divine light in thine eyes-
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them- they were the world to me!
I saw but them- saw only them for hours,
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to he enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a woe, yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition; yet how deep-
How fathomless a capacity for love!

But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go- they never yet have gone;
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me- they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers- yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle-
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
And are far up in Heaven- the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still- two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

[Anonymous No.16156505]

>>16155860
that rap battle he did on youtube

[Anonymous No.16156985]

His poems are fantastic. I really like Annabelle Lee.

[Anonymous No.16157014]

>>16156127
That's only when he's at the Manhole.

[Anonymous No.16157030]

Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.

[Anonymous No.16157874]

Berenice.

[Anonymous No.16157921]

>>16156504
Absolutely correct. His greatest by a country mile

[Anonymous No.16158510]

>I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

From what poem is this quote?

[Anonymous No.16158529]

>>16155860
Poe is the first positively bad writer in English.

[Anonymous No.16158988]

>>16156138
AHHHH NO NO NEVERMORE

[Anonymous No.16159047]

For me, it's Pym.

>When Edgar Allan Poe’s only novella was first published in 1838, the reviews were slow in coming and dismissive when they arrived. The book’s failure left Poe in such dire financial straits that he even accepted a job at one of the magazines that had panned it. But The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket has since become one of his most influential works: Baudelaire translated it, Paul Theroux read it out loud to Jorge Luis Borges, Jules Verne wrote a sequel to it, H. P. Lovecraft drew on it in creating his own tales of the Antarctic . . .

>Ostensibly, it’s a classic adventure story about a young boy who runs away to sea and encounters all the classic scenarios: mutinies, storms, shipwrecks, ravenous sharks, hostile natives. And Poe drew on many contemporary accounts of exploration in the South Seas to give his story a sense of verisimilitude.

>But there are far deeper currents at work in the book than mere adventure: elements of the supernatural as they near the South Pole, evocations of the protagonists’ experiences at sea that rival Poe’s best tales of horror, and a disturbing ending that continues to stir debate.

[Anonymous No.16159055]

>>16155860
The Conqueror Worm, of course.

[Anonymous No.16159706]

>>16155860
Masque of the Red Death

[Anonymous No.16159712]

>>16155860
Poe? More like Poo. HAHA

[Anonymous No.16159715]

>>16155860
Where my cask of amontillado bros at?

[Anonymous No.16159739]

>>16156138
I love this stupid meme

[Anonymous No.16160260]

Why are people so divided on Poe? I personally love him, but he gets a lot of hate

[Anonymous No.16160289]

>>16160260
Blame Bloom. I love him, but the way he describes things he hates like Poe and IJ is so ridiculous it makes for great shitposting,_ie, NO DISCERNIBLE TALENT

[Anonymous No.16160354]

>>16156469
Same

[Anonymous No.16160494]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXBPCoNtHmY

[Anonymous No.16161612]

I discovered him a few years ago from a South Park episode.

[Anonymous No.16161663]

>>16156484
The tell-tale heart. That ones kinda entry Poe but it's a quick enjoyable enough read
It tripped me the fuck out to realize years later that Spongebob had a reference to that story

[Anonymous No.16161687]

>>16155860
They all suck. You suck, too.

[Anonymous No.16161760]

>>16156469
This

[Anonymous No.16162318]

>>16156138
Hahaha yeah Poe is shit.

[Anonymous No.16162332]

>>16160260
Absurdly terrible writer, carried entirely by his unique style that is very hit or miss for people. Wrote a lot but most if it was garbage.

[Anonymous No.16162337]

>>16161612
>a few years ago
You mean to say you didn't outgrow South Park past the age of 15? Or are you just a zoomie?

[Anonymous No.16163740]

>>16159047
this, it starts out normal and then goes completely off the rails. amazing that a guy in the antebellum period could write such a berzerk story

[Anonymous No.16165280]

>>16155860
King Pest

[Anonymous No.16165297]

Lads, is this good?

[Anonymous No.16165708]

>>16155860
The Bells
I’ve looked up some readings of it on YouTube and they always seem to miss the mark for me, as if none of the people reciting the poem can pick up on the musicality of it.