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EDGAR ALLAN POE January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849 Romance A Valentine. LIFE OF EDGAR ALLEN POE.
His father left his family early on and his mother passed away when he was only three. He was separated from his siblings so he went to live with John and Frances Allan, a successful tobacco merchant and his wife in Richmond, Virginia. His father left his family early on and his mother passed away when he was only three. He was separated from his siblings so he went to live with John and Frances Allan, a successful tobacco merchant and his wife in Richmond, Virginia. When he returned home, his neighbor and fiancée Elmira Royster had become engaged to someone else. Heartbroken and frustrated, he left the Allans. He published his first book, Tamerlane and Other Poems, in 1827, and he joined the army around this time. He wanted to go to West Point, a military academy, and won a spot there in 1830. Before going to West Point, he published a second collection, Al Aaraaf, Tamberlane, and Minor Poems in 1829. He excelled his studies but was kicked out after a year for his poor handling of his duties. After leaving the academy, he spent full time in his writing. He moved around in search of opportunity. From 1831 to 1835, he stayed in Baltimore with his aunt Maria Clemn and her daughter Virginia. His young cousin, Virginia became a literary inspiration and his love interest. They married in 1836. Poe then went to work for a magazine called Southern Literary Messenger in 1835. He published some of his own works in the magazine, including two parts of his only novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym. In the late 1830s, he published Tales of the Grosteque and Arabesque, a collection of stories. It contained several of his most spine-tingling tales, including “The Fall of the House of Usher,” “Ligeia” and “William Wilson.” Poe launched the new genre of detective fiction with 1841’s “The Murders in the Rue Morgue.” He won a literary prize in 1843 for “The Gold Bug.” He became a literary sensation in 1845 with the publication of the poem “The Raven.” Poe was overcome with grief after the death of his beloved Virginia in 1847. He suffered from poor health and struggled financially. On October 3, Poe was found in Baltimore in great distress. He was taken to Washington College Hospital where he died on October 7. His last words were “Lord, help my poor soul.”
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Edgar Allan Poe
Both the “Romance” and “AValentine” were works of Edgar Allan Poe that expressed the theme of love.
Both of these poems are allusions to his past loves throughout his life.
The two poems basically symbolize the same thing but from two different views, in “Romance” it is a broader view of romance in his life however “A Valentine” is focused on one women.
Infinite in mystery is the answer to life
you don't have the time to do everything
but you shouldn't sit and do nothing
could you become the dew that quenches the land?
and create an everlasting image
Or will you endure torment
to find the end of your journey
living in a universe that abhors you and I
All we are is broken glass
Thrown to the floor we were never meant to last
And all we are are empty shells
Try to pick us up you're gonna cut yourself
We fought to rule the worldNot knowing just how fragile we really were
Like it was the first day of the rest of our lives
Then the bricks began to fall
And we can see the cracks along the wall
We didn't know it couldn't go on forever
Searching for something none will ever know,
Throughout his life he will travel,
For something he may never know,
Throughout his travels from all he learns,from all his experiences,it still may not be enough,
The Traveler travels for the mystery of himself,
For one day he may find out,
Who the traveler is.
Not all heroes are super Heroes are those
They do not all wear capes Who fight for what they know
They are not invincible And no matter the price
They can be scraped Never say no
Heroes are those
Who do what they can
To strive to become
A better man
Heroes don’t fly
Or have super strength
They don’t run like a train
Or jump a mile’s length