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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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Read the rest of The Raven here
beloved and poorly understood poets! To hear his
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The tradition of leaving a half bottle of bourbon
and (usually) a single rose on Edgar Allan Poe's
Gravestone in Baltimore come every birthday
(the giver remains a mystery..)
Great article in the Wall Street Journal-
Poe at 200- Eerie After All These Years
And a reading of The Raven by Vincent Price
