Posts

Showing posts with the label Edgar Allan Poe

All Hallow's Read — Be Ready to Share!

Image
There are many reasons to like  author Neil Gaiman. All Hallow's Read is one of them. All Hallow's Read is an excellent way to share the love of books and reading. If you love books and stories, then you love sharing those very things. (I know I do.) Neil Gaiman encourages that. In fact, he says — but wait, let me let him tell you himself. Me, I share poetry. Every Halloween, trick-or-treaters receive not only good chocolate candy (the kind I'd eat, and usually do, until I have to give it away), but also a poem. I've shared the works of Edgar Allan Poe, Edna St. Vincent Millay. This year, I've chosen — wait. I can't tell you until Halloween. What poems would you share for Halloween? (Note the plural. You don't have to stop at one.) If you're looking for novels, I'd recommend one by the man himself, The Ocean at the End of the Lane , or the delightfully weird story John Dies at the End . What are you reading for Halloween? Is ...

Fun Friday: Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

Image

Fun Friday: Edgar Allan Poda

Image

Poetry Wednesday: The Raven, 168 Years Old Yesterday

Image
First published on January 29, 1845 The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating ent...