The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe
Such as at last eternity transforms into Himself,
The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,
His century terrified at having ignored
Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
They, like a spasm of the Hydra, hearing the angel
Once grant a purer sense to the words of the tribe,
Loudly proclaimed it a magic potion, imbibed
From some tidal brew black, and dishonourable.
From soil, and hostile cloud, O grief,
If our imagination can’t carve a bas-relief
With which to deck Poe’s dazzling sepulchre,
Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,
Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever
To dark flights of Blasphemy scattered in the future.
(Stephane Mallarme)
Originally posted by Vladamir no1That's just not true at all. He wrote a number of political and aesthetical essays, several stories on totally different genres, a few books of poetry and was a newspaper editor. He is only famous for his horror because of films which have lighted upon his imagination as a source of material.
But he only writes horror(ish) type stories, a limited genre methinks
I posted this somewhere else, but this is a much more fitting place for it.
Parody of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free hardcore!"..... quoth the server, 404.