Edgar Allen Poe was a genuis. He made the basis for short stories today. There will never be another like him in a million years. He had someting, a talent for turning feelings, experiences, ideas, into words. Like in 'The Cask Of Amontillado' that story sent chills down my spine, in another writers hand I probably would have thought it was cruel, but I wouldn't have dwelt on it, or have felt slightly sick. No doubt he had a twisted mind, but he was terribly brilliant.
This is one of my favorite poems of all time. Celine if you read into what he's saying, it's so profound, he's talking about how he's always been different. No matter where he went, he never really fit in. And he knew it, and it haunted him, a 'demon in his view'. I think this poem may not seem to be much to you, but it has a depth of feeling, of meaning, that touches me. The same goes for 'A Dream Within A Dream', when read into both of these poems give you a look inside of who Poe was. He is my Idol. If I could ever write half as good as Poe I would be so ecstatic.