Quoth the Raven ..”Edgar was a poet and he didn’t even know it.”
A pictorial tour of the oldest house in Richmond, Virginia ( the Edgar Allan Poe Museum).
Once upon a midnight dreary.. Edgar lived and wrote in Richmond, Virginia.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven.. with fiery eyes perched up in a dark corner.
On this home by Horror haunted.. Edgar did not live here in this exact house, but he lived in many other homes around Richmond ( one of them very close by). This old home houses his artifacts.
Sitting lonely on the placid bust.. A marble sculpture of one of America’s famous writers. Edgar Allan Poe was born in 1809 and died on Oct. 7, 1849. He died a mysterious death at only 40 years old.
For the rare and radiant maiden.. Edgar Allan Poe married his 13 year old cousin when he was 27. A ‘Tell-Tale’ sign of his creepiness. Back in the day, it was common to marry at such a young age.
This I sat engaged and guessing.. Poe had his chair back cut so that he would sit up straight to write when he worked for the magazine ‘The Southern Literary Messenger’.
Darkness there and nothing more.. Behind the home is a beautiful courtyard. Brick walkways, flowing fountains and many rose bushes in the gardens.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted – nevermore.. Edgar Allan Poe was known to be eccentric and a drug user. His stories and poems were frequently spooky and at times, quite gruesome.
Rapping, tapping- Surely that is something at my windows lattice..inside a stairwell of the home.
Open here I flung the shutter.. a 1737 home.
Then methought, the air grew denser…
By that Heaven that bends above us..by that God we both adore
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