The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe

Title: The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe
: Edgar Allan Poe 
: poetry
: 0451526406
: 99 (not including the introduction (by Jay Parini), which I skipped)
Published: 1996 (for this specific edition)
personal collection
: ??/5
Reason for Reading: I’ve had it for many years and never cracked it open; also, I thought his poetry would be somewhat spooky like I hear his short stories are, so I thought they might qualify for the RIP Challenge

There really isn’t a summary for this, as it’s a collection of poetry.

My Thoughts: Well, I dislike poetry so that pretty much sums up my thoughts for this collection. Why did I read it? Because 1) I’ve owned it for at least 5+ years and never opened it, even though it is very short and 2) I have heard Poe’s short stories are really creepy and I thought his poetry would reflect that. But alas! most of his poetry was not that spooky. However, The Raven and The Haunted Palace were enjoyable and somewhat spooky–The Haunted Palace was my favorite from this collection, aside from Annabel Lee which I read in junior high (nearly a decade ago) and LOVED. So, The Haunted Palace was my favorite new-to-me poem of Poe’s. (I’ve also read The Raven before and really liked it.)

So I’m not going to count this read towards my RIP Challenge goals. But I am going to read some of Poe’s short stories later today online, via, so perhaps my Edgar Allan Poe Miscellaneous-group of stuff will count towards the challenge.

My Thoughts on the Cover: Well, there really isn’t a cover to speak of. I mean, it’s just a portrait of Poe, so it’s rather boring. I quite like a different Signet Classic cover because it has a raven silhouette on it. But even then, it’s still pretty unimaginative.

Since it’s rather short, I also figured I’d just copy the text for The Haunted Palace below, as it was my favorite new-to-me poem.


The Haunted Palace

In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tentated,
Once a fair and stately palace–
Radiant Palace–reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion–
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This–all this–was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting,
In state his glory well befitting,
The rule of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore ,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!–for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh–but smile no more.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s