Edgar Allan
Yeats called you vulgar
His verses I cannot name
Your tales though, by heart
Today is Edgar Allan Poe's birthday, he would have been 203. And what apropos weather, at least here in Portland, where it’s pouring rain. He wrote several stories that are synonymous with horror: The Fall of the House of Usher, The Tell-Tale Heart, and one of my personal favorites, Berenice. He is also credited with inventing the detective fiction genre. Not just contributing to it, but inventing it. And let's not forget one of his masterpieces, The Raven; probably the most memorable and quotable poem ever. And he did this all in an incredibly short time, because he died when he was just 40 years old. So happy birthday Eddie old pal. Yeats can suck it.
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