Mr. Poe(try)...

Today is the death anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe.


I first read some of his tales when I was 13, and I loved it.


They're grisly, creepy, frightening tales, and at a first look you may think it could be just usual, like terror movies of nowadays. You're wrong.


Mr. Poe can really make you shiver to the bones.

I admire his art at the first time, and as I discovered more tales, and even poetries, I liked him more and more.

It's creepy, but it's good content, great writter.

One of my favourite tales is "The tell-tale heart". The black cat is also terrifying!

I end up this post (which is really short) with a poetry I love.

Thank you, Mr Poe, for your art.

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.