The first picture is Virginia Clemm, Poe's Cousin, whom he married when she was 13 and he was 27.
Virginia became ill with tuberculosis when she was 20 and died when she was 24. This provides some insight into Poe's melancholia. Many writers of horror stories have suffered similar personal tragedies.
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?
Jocund bloke, was Edgar.
NuclearAlphabet 2 months ago
A dream within a dream? *Que Inception horn* But seriously this is awesome.
TheAnimusification 6 months ago 2
Fantastic reading!
Thx!
KARENK72886 10 months ago
Thank you for the words too
polarbear49er 1 year ago
How sadly beautiful. Very well done. I love Poe.
FloresDeLaPrimavera 1 year ago
13... Imagine if that was legal today...
Ninosestelares 1 year ago
I love this reading. Thank you.
mistacramer 1 year ago
what scifiwritir said.
sharpasaneraser 1 year ago