A Tribute to Edgar Allan PoeToday (well at least according to US time zones) we celebrate the bicentennial of Edgar Allan Poe, the famous American poet. He was born as Edgar Poe on January the 19th of 1809 in Boston, Massachusetts. His middle name Allan was given to him by his foster family, who took him in, when he was a little child. As for the rest of his life's story, I would like to recommend you to read the encyclopedia entry Edgar Allan Poe and to have a look on the website of the Poe Museum, because they provide the relevant information in a far more elaborate style than I possibly could achieve.A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe6 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Instead I prefer to offer you a small feature of deviations here on deviantART, which are related to Poe or his works.
Let's start with some illustrations picturing Poe himself:
Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'Once upon a midnight dreary, all who pondered weak and weary,Tribute to Poe's 'The Raven'4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Thought and sought to solve their queary, on all the trials and woes of life.
Then the silent screams awaken, all love'd lost and were forsaken,
Many gifts and off'rings taken, sunk deep into them like a knife.
Words of pride and joy and sorrow, plunged deep into them like a knife.
And thus they go on with their life.
Then once upon that moonlit hour, hidden from scorn and heated glower,
Thoughts of many gifted flower, still thriving on avoiding strife.
While they pondered thoughts were fleeting, many others they were greeting,
All but death was what they're cheating, still driving on avoiding strife.
Then through the sky the light does come, cutting through just like a knife,
Stopping the flowers' chance for life.
Tribute to Mister Poe Laughs echoes down the hillTribute to Mister Poe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet, the valley lays asleep, still
with no voices to be heard
covered by a silent shred
Under this moon, so pale
whispers come from the dale
with another ghostly tale
Soon the night arises
and trees casts their own disguises
of misty shadows
hiding all angels hallows
A tribute to PoeOnce apon a day unspoken,A tribute to Poe11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I sat there, battered,broken,
Sifting through the dreams it seems would never leave the mind's harbour,
While I peered into the depths,
Searched for comfort midst defects,
finding either, neither seemed the simplest of my labour,
As the ringing in my head,
Likened me better to the dead,
And riptide tore me bleeding from life's unspoiled shore,
And the cackling broken voice,
And that shattered path of choice,
Lead me falsely through the life of passion and amour,
Beaten gainst the rocks upheaving,
Screaming gainst the masses seething,
Burning through defenses crowded closer than before,
And from gods I gained the whisper,
Iodine in broken blisters,
Echoing through my senses screaming louder evermore,
To think that this ungainly raven,
Urged me stricken prayed me Crazen,
Echoing the final judgement spoken from the gods of yore?
Darkness now...forever more....