Who likes Edgar allen Poe

Edgar allen poe is my fav. poet who agress with me??

me. I love his poem 'the raven'. I read it so many times I think I have it memorized.

Yeah I like I have read everything he has wrot at least a dozen times

Yes! Yes! Yes! The Bells ! The Bells!

I am one of his biggest fans and I too love
" The Raven "

I have read only one poem, "Dreams", and I love it

umm yeah he is a dude. GOod call

I agree he rocks

EOB, read this one by the man:-

Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
[First published in 1845]

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 named 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 entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

I love Edgar. And i'm with Steven, "The Bells" is my favorite of his.

I love Poe as well. I also love to read them aloud.

A good thing to do with your own work - It should sound as good as it reads!

I liked The Bells, and that one about a guy being lured into a tomb, and The Pit and The Pendulum.

I like Edgar Allen Poe. Ecspecially The Raven. He is a very good writer. I love his style!

My favorite is also "the raven"..
we did a play of "the cask of amontillado" one time..
I played the fool.. haha.. t'was great..

I've read i think 2 of his. annabel lee and then this one in english class this year where theres like this heart out of this guy and stuff he killed..hes good..haunting but good.

I love Edgar allen poe. He has beautiful works. I love annabell lee as well and many others. I cn not get enough of him.

Besides "The Raven," I really like "The Tell Tale Heart."

Here's a link to his poem: http://www.pambytes.com/poe/stories/heart.html

One of my favorite poems...

~ A Dream within a Dream ~
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow ?
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand ?
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep! while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe, Poetry, Tales, & Selected Essays, eds. Patrick F. Quinn & G.R. Thompson, The Library of America 1996, p. 97.
First published in Flag of Our Union, March 31, 1849.

Edgar Allan Poe RULES, I LOVE HIM!! annabel lee, the raven, the bells, A pean, simple awsome, and his stories, the pit and the pendelum, The Tell-tale Heart. great, wonderful writer

The bells wasn't bad.

One of my favorite quotes ever though is by him
"all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"

i noticed shadowspoet posted the poem it was from

I love Edgar, my favorite poems are...Annabel Lee, The Raven, and The Bells...
I've memorized The Raven and Annabel Lee

Poe was a genius. I'm not overly fond of 'The Bells', but I have always loved 'The Raven' and my favourite is 'Alone'.

Peace,

Grey

I'm usually not really into dark stuff, but I think Poe is brilliant.

Edgar allen poe is so frickin awesome, my favorite poem by him is

The raven

(as seen above a few people)

I really, really enjoy to read his poems.
Some of my favorits are:
The timeless "Raven"
"The Bells"
"Dreamer"

I like a whole bunch of his other poems to, but I don't have any of his poems.
Once I burrowed them from the library and read them. But that's some time ago.

The better question to ask is, who doesn't like Edgar Allen Poe? ( they should be promptly taken out back and shot.) (Just kidding:) )

The Raven, definitely. The first line is wonderful [and therefore famous LOL]

Edgar Allen Poe

Is

Amazing

To the "i find drunks annoying..."

actually EAP wasn't a drunkm recent studies find that he was actually slightly insane, and suffered from many illnesses which casued many people to believe him drunk....he only because a heavy drinker after the death of his wife (cousin) Virgina. Actually i find it very ironic that the one peom you pointed out as likeing was one of the first he wrote after his dear wife die. When he had started drinking heavly? He dedicated it to her actually.

-but this is also my favorite poem. I am not a huge fan of the raven as most people are. But I do think that EAP was a very misunderstood mane of his time. I mean lets face it, he was brillant. (sp)
<3
Bianca

I totally agree with you. Edgar Allen Poe is the best poet out there in my opinion.

I AGREE with anyone who says that Annabel Lee is the best poem ever. Its amazing. Second favorite of his has to be..........THE RAVEN. But Annabel Lee is definately the best