Edgar Allan Poe is "one the greatest and unhappiest of American poets, a master of the horror tale, and the patron saint of the detective story."
This month, we'll have a reading project and we'll start with the great American mystery and horror writer. First, let's get to know a little bit of this great author's life. Please, read his biography (choose one of the links below).
http://dictionary.cambridge.org (online Dictionary)
In the comment area, write your opinion about Edgar Allan Poe.
Did he have a happy life? Why/why not?
What called your attention in his biography?
Do you think an author needs to suffer a lot to write well?
Let's share our ideas and learn even more. I hope to see lots of comments and ideas here!
Look how deep and dark Edgar Allan Poe was ...
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source
I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.