Edgar Allan Poe


Edgar Allan Poe was born near London on the 19th of January 1809. His mother was
an actor and his father was a doctor. When Poe was 2 years old his father
disappeared. His mother, who was seriously ill in tuberculosis, took Poe and his
sister to Richmond, Virginia. Poe\'s mother died soon after this. The two
siblings became then separated and Poe was taken care of by the wealthy family
of the Allans. Due to Mr. Allans work the family had to move to England, where
they spent five years. In 1826 Poe started at "The University of Virginia".
Although he was a good student he didn\'t succeed due to his gambling, fighting
and drinking. When Mr. Allan found out about this Poe had to finish school and
start working in Mr. Allan\'s tobaccoshop. After some time Poe moved to Boston
where he started publishing his small poems and short stories in newspapers. In
1827, Poe\'s first book "Tamberlane and other poems" came under the pseudonym of
"A Bostonian". These poems were very influenced by Byron and showed a youthful
attitude. Later the same year he joined the army. He succeeded there and In 1829
he signed for an officer-training. This was the same year as he published his
second book "Al Aaraaf, Tamberlane and minor poems" but this time under the name
of Edgar A Poe. Before he left his training he got financial help from the other
cadets to publish his third version of the book, although Poe called this book a
second version. In this book there are famous poems as "To Helen" and "Israfel".
These poems show the musical effect that has come to characterize Poe\'s poems.
Later Poe moved to Baltimore to live with his ant. There he married his cousin
who was only 13 years old. Then Poe moved to New York to become famous, but with
almost no success. Poe had after 1837 his best period with his greatest works as
"The murders in the Rue Morgue" (1841) and "The fall of the house of Usher"
(1839). Poe\'s wife passed away in 1847, and Poe took it hard. Yet he continued
with his writing until he died the on 7th October 1849 by alcoholic poisoning.

Edgar Allan Poe was mostly known for his analytic and criticising analyses. It
was them which gave him respect as a critic. Poe was influenced by the British
18th century\'s romantic horror short stories. That is why he wrote those. He was
also very influenced by Jules Verne, Rudyard Kipling and Conan Doyle. Especially
their early works, before the had found their own style. Poe was fascinated by
the mystical and the unknown. He was also interested in the human subconscious
and why a human being react in a certain way at a certain time. His stories are
often about dark castles and castle-ruins which often have secrets buried deep
down in the walls where they have been for centuries. Most likely in a moonlit
desert landscape. Magical experiments and hypnosis play a big part in Poe\'s
works. Many people thinks that Edgar Allan Poe was one of the first detective
story writer with the short story "The murders in the Rue morgue", where the
detective Monsieur Dupin solves a strange homicide case where a giant monkey is
the murderer. This short story is a bit different because there is for example a
three-page laying out about algae and mosses in the story.

Poe had a rhythmic and floating language in his texts and to show this, I have a
couple of excerpts from the poem "The Raven". There are also examples of the
mystical that often is found in Poe\'s productions. The poem is written in four-
-stroke iamb.

The Raven

" 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."

" 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 morrowvainly 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 name 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."

" But the fact is I was napping, and so gently