What a joy to revisit the poems of Edgar Allan Poe with a group of readers who brought to them thoughts and ideas that enhanced the reading. I love Poe's grasp of mythology, his use of rhyme and rhythm, alliteration, and, yes, even his morose musings. He seems to me to lay a tortured soul in front of us and ask, "What would you do with this? What could you do with it, but mourn?"

I have written individual reviews for The Raven, The Bells and Annabel Lee. I will not revisit them here, but I would like to speak to some of the lesser known poems that touched a chord with me.

To Annie:
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.

Poe sees life as so much torture and death as a release. And, death is portrayed as an illusion. The onlookers think he is "dead", but he is really in the arms of the woman he loved and lost. And...

And ah! let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed—
And, to sleep, you must slumber
In just such a bed.

So, death is inevitable and there is no rest in life...to slumber you must die. It will come to all of us, and he seems to say that while it might look gloomy or confining or sad, it is not. It is simply a release from this world's toil and it is not just his lot, but that of every man.

Alone:
And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone.
I thought this one of the most moving of the poems. There is a real sense of angst in his recognition that he sees the world differently than others and that they cannot understand what is beneath his surface, in his mind. Even his loves cannot be shared or understood by others. They see fluffy clouds, he sees demons in the sky. He cannot explain why the world is darker to him, but he knows that his view separates him from humanity at large.

To Science:
I took this to be more about reality vs. creativity (imagination) than science literally. He cannot help reality imposing itself upon him, and truth destroys the comfort of myth. With science, he must face death as a reality; with myth, he can imagine that he is still able to hold and share the world of his beloved. I thought about Eden--after all, we humans lost Eden because Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge.

And finally,
Dream Within 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.

The ultimate question (especially for Poe), "what is reality?" If hope has flown in a dream or vision is it less gone? Good question. If we feel something deeply, is it not real for us? How do we distinguish between what is and what was and what might be? If we wake on the morning after the loss of someone we love and believe we feel the weight of their body in the bed, can they have been there for that moment? Are there two worlds, ours and theirs, and can we bridge the two? And if there are two worlds, which of them is real...are they the dream, or are we?

There were several of the poems that just left me flat and did not speak to me at all, but for the most part I love his ability to tap into his sorrow and isolation and see his poems as an attempt to connect and reveal himself. He challenges our intellect, makes us ask questions, and what more can a poem do than that? I hope in death he was indeed folded into the arms of his Virginia or granted the gentle sleep that eluded him in life. There is no writer ever whose life and work were more intertwined. ( )

I still think that Edgar Allan Poe is an insufferable sap, but when one of my favourite artists illustrates his work I have to add the book to my collection anyways. Dulac’s take on Poe may be one of the darkest I’ve seen, since his ever-moody palette of jewel tones evokes a sensuality that is otherwise absent in some of the other versions I’ve seen. Even out of context (since, let’s be honest, I stopped trying to deal with Poe’s melodramatic poetics), the images set the scene for some wondrous stories, even if they retain a melancholic undertone. Dulac generally doesn’t seem to be one for frivolity in his artwork, so in this sense he is well-suited to illustrating Poe’s terse characters and their sad lives, completely ignoring the softly magical and happier moods that do occasionally appear. Yet, I don’t know if I would count Dulac’s version of these poems as one of my top favourites, since the characters are missing the majesty of his other work and come off more stilted than expected. Though maybe that’s just how he saw Poe: moody and emotional, but a bit too uptight to fall into romanticism. ( )

I liked some poems more than others. They average out quite close to three. Phillip Pullman's introduction was perfect. ( )

Who knew that Poe was such a sap? Almost all of the poems in this collection had the narrator whinging on about some lady love or other, whether she was dead or not, so I was pretty bored the whole time. I most certainly will not be bothering to pick up any more of his poetry. ( )

Who knew that Poe was such a sap? Almost all of the poems in this collection had the narrator whinging on about some lady love or other, whether she was dead or not, so I was pretty bored the whole time. I most certainly will not be bothering to pick up any more of his poetry.

2020 Review (Hardcover edition)

I'm honestly still not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe and his melodramatic proto-emo aesthetic, but I did enjoy Gustav Doré's accompanying illustrations to The Raven and Other Poems. Doré's stark black and white woodcuts capture the melancholy setting of many of the poes, placing them solidly in the Victorian era and setting a timeless tone for readers. In some ways, Doré's expressive characterization paris perfectly with Poe's overly emotional protagonist and brings out his sadness at losing his love and his anger at the raven; unfortunately for those of us who think he's a rather goofy sap, this only feeds our dislike of him. The other poems in the collection were much more loosely illustrated, as they each stand alone without a larger narrative, and while they were well done they didn't stand out that much. Ironically, the one poem that I did enjoy ("Dream-land") is scarcely illustrated, with only one small and faded landscape to show for all its lush imagery. Overall, I have to sat the book isn't very successful, for all of Doré's skill, but mostly because I can't really engage with most of the literary contents from Poe. ( )

Sua técnica poética é controversa. Poucos poetas dependeram tanto da forma quanto Poe. Simplicidade, imediatismo e derramamento emocional não eram com ele. É fácil rotulá-lo de apelativo, mas Poe jamais usou a forma pela forma. Formalista? Sim. Formulista? Não. Sempre se esforçou pela forma integral, atando-a a um conteúdo de modo que o isomorfismo (combinação) soasse natural e até inevitável. Mesmo seus detratores admitem que a sua contribuição e influência formais são inigualáveis na língua inglesa. Poe foi o primeiro a explorar a fundo a aliteração rimada, as onomatopéias, as paronomásias e outros efeitos, usando-os como qualidades inerentes, embora não obrigatórias. Muitos o têm imitado, mas poucos se lhe igualam, o que é ainda mais notável quando notamos que Poe escreveu muito pouca poesia. Nenhum dos modernos lhe chega perto, em matéria de influências desproporcionais. ( )

An absolute master of verse and prose ( )

I love Edgar Allen Poe. ( )

It was very slow and calm in the beginning not to much excitement. It didn’t have my attention but I read it to see if I would understand it a little more then what I thought about it. I had given up on this book because I wasn’t finding any interest and I didn’t really understand its way of explaining things or what they were doing. Yea, there were some good parts in the book I am not going to lie but not to the point where I wanted to read more about it. It’s a good book for those who are into like poem type readers or those who know how to read in the way they talked back then as like in ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ It has some mystery that is quit interesting. In some moments when I wasn’t reading the book I read the poems in the back of the book to see what they were about. They were long and not to the point. I had to read it a few times before I actually got what he was talking about. ( )

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