
To muse for long unwearied hours, with my attention riveted to some frivolous device on the margin, or in the typography of a book; to become absorbed, for the better part of a summer's day, in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry or upon the floor; to lose myself, for an entire night,...

The Macabre Edgar Allan Poe I shall not pretend to describe the feelings with which I gazed. Amazement was, of course, predominant.

Jose Nuno A huevo Edgar Allan Poe rifa

Luis Enrique Marin Gonzalez yo, hombre transformado, me arrodillo humildemente entre tus sombras y bebo del fondo mismo de mi alma tu grandeza, tu tristeza y tu gloria.

Pilar Balangero me haces volar a mundos inigualables

Gabriel Corbetto sabes dejarme sin aliento en esta inmensa oscuridad

Al Lopez
This is cool. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBRCmgxJC k4

Edu Gordillo Poe tu vida fue aun mas tormentosas que tus historias y todo lo qur padeciste en ella acaso lo tengas recompensado con la gloria de ahora. Pero la pregunta es ¿donde estaras ahora, realmente podras ver tu exito, te habras reencontrado con tu Eleonora, o sera otra vez NEVERMORE como dijo tu cuervo?

Gus The Gold Bug~read and reread that as a child~all the required Poe stories in HS~the absinthe along with a Cask... the first lines of Runaround, for He Who Looks Down upon Us and Laughs sake!~bow your heads, it is POE!

Edgar Gylfi Skaale Hjaltason
My name is dont Edgar Gylfi Skaale Hjaltason no my name is
Macabre Edgar Allan Poe

Gus
"Thoughts like Ravens~fluttering through abandoned cathedrals;~lopsided church bells~jangle no longer.~Only the beating of squid-ink black feathers,~gleaming in the blood red Moon,~keep time with your heart,~racing to catch your imagination~as it darts this way and that~like a black cat~chasing a ghost of a mouse..."
Fo ...rlorn BlackRaven (1990 - ) "Postings"
aj cao, drugars

Bill Hughes
Please find a review of a recent bio on Poe, that I wrote, at: http://www.americanchronicle.com/article s/view/89334

amr Miss ya in da rainy single night ..

Delka Todorova And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,While the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affirmThat the play is the tragedy, "Man,"And its hero the Conqueror Worm.















