(January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849)January October 71849

Poe was an American writer. He wrote short stories and poems. He was an editor and a critic.

BIRTHPLACE-Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. FAMILY-His mother, Eliza was an actress who died when he was only three. His father David, an actor, left before he was born. He was adopted by tobacco merchant John Allan. Married 13 year old cousin Virginia Clemm. Clemm died of the same illness as his mother, and he remaired his childhood sweetheart Sarah Elmira Royster EDUCATION- Misses Duborg Bodarding School, London Manor School, London University of Virgina, Virgina

Poe died at the age of 40 on Oct 7 th His cause of death is a mystery and is exact burial location is a source of contorvercy.

The reason I like E.A.P is because I like his depth. I like how he foreshadows in the beginning of his stories or poems. He let’s you know where it’s going just as it’s beginning. He also always leaves you thinking at the end of the story about the what ifs, could that really happen, etc. I find his morbid-ness amusing. It’s fun to read things that are so disturbing, you almost can’t stand to read it. You can tell he can really get in the mind frame of his characters and can write from their perspective. Although critics say his stories are too similar, I find each just as entertaining as the next.

'TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night., And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.'TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night., And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. EVENING STAR EVENING STAR p r e v r e v nex tex t 'TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night., And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.'TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night., And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. EVENING STAR EVENING STAR p r e v r e v nex tex t A mimic of EVENING STAR ‘ Twas midnight of winter, and sunrise of day The snow Lightly falling Hit land Through the sunshine of the sun light Warm rays Memories of childhood Playing in the cold snow The light in their eyes As they experience pure joy Far more than adults feel

I think my poem is a good mimic of E.A.P’s Evening Star because I kept true to the feeling of the poem. You are able to feel the joy, but also see the darker side. I also mimicked his exact measures for each line, and also tried to keep the story of the poem somewhat similar. I believe what made Poe’s work so famous is that he was able to keep a balance between the darker side of his poetry and the feelings he was trying to invoke along with that whether it be humor, sadness, etc.

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