Until 2010, an unknown Poe toaster would visit the grave of Edgar Allan Poe annually on January 19th, Poe’s birthday, toasting to his life with cognac.
When
he
leave cognac
left,
the and
he
bottle 3
These are thought to represent Poe himself, his wife and his mother-in-law.
would of
roses.
Edgar Allan Poe 1846
“I
was
upon heart
never
insane
occasions was
when
touched.”
except my
september eighteenth eithteen forty nine 9.18.1849
Poe write to Maria Clemm: “ O n Tuesday I start for Philadelphia to attend to Mrs. Loud’s Poems — and possibly on Thursday I may start for New York. If I do I will go straight over to Mrs. Lewis’s and send for you…”
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 stillness 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!”—
M e r e l y t h i s , a n d n o t h i n g
m o r e
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;—
‘ T i s t h e w i n d a n d n o t h i n g
m o r e ! ”
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—
P e r c h e d , a n d s a t , a n d n o t h i n g m o r e .
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!”
Q u o t h t h e R a v e n , “ N e v e r m o r e . ” 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 upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
W i t h s u c h n a m e a s “ N e v e r m o r e . ”
“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!”
Q u o t h t h e R a v e n , “ N e v e r m o r e . ” “Be that word our sign in 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!”
Q u o t h t h e R a v e n , “ N e v e r m o r e . ”
“I
became
long
intervals
horrible -Edgar Allan Poe
insane
with of
sanity�
ten three eighteen forty-nin
ne
Joseph W. Walker sent a note to Dr. J. E. Snodgrass:
“ D ear Sir, — There is a gentleman, rather the worse for wear, at Ryan’s 4th ward polls, who goes under the cognomen of Edgar A. Poe, and who appears in great distress…”
Poe lapsed in and out of consciousness. Poe was
asked about what had happened to him, but Poe’s
“a n s w e r s
were
incoherent
and
unsatisfactory”
“Those
who
cognizant that dream -Edgar Allan Poe
dream of
escape at
by
many those
night�
day
are
things that
only
October 6, 1849
Poe repeatedly called out the name of “Reynolds.� Substantial efforts have been made to identify who Reynolds may have been,
with unimpressive results.
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he sky The melancholy the turrets and shad eem pendulous in air, ower in the town Deat own. There open fanes wn level with the lut the riches there l’s diamond eye- Not ead Tempt the waFor no ripples curl, derness of glass- No winds may be Upon som No heavings hint that eas less hideously se
“ and
so
dipped in
love
-Edgar Allan Poe
being in
young
folly,
with
I
and fell
meloncholy�
October 7, 1849...
Poe screams out his last words:
“Lord poor
help
my
soul”
& passes away between the hours of 3 and 5 am.
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toast that
to is
the
mystery
Edgar
Allan
Poe.