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In the House of Edgar Allan Poe

When winter thawed her frosty hold
And I was feeling better
I moved a brick and from the hole
Out fluttered an old letter

It spoke sepulchred, doleful tomes
Of ravens and Lenore
A beating heart that never stilled
And all such tales of yore

I fancied for a moments lull
I felt the ghost of Poe
I hid the letter by his grave
Beneath the melting snow

Hi~

This has great ambience and the rhymes work well.

I kept wondering WHY the narrator moved that brick!???

Very enjoyable.

Thanks,
Laurie

A very atmospheric poem. Nice to read over and again. I wonder who wrote it.

Diane

Because of the numerous references to Poe's works I must wonder if this poem is about rediscovering Poe as an adult after a brief aquaintance in childhood? The poem works well and the brick is surely multiple entendre that I hope the author will explain further. Is Poe's grave the figurative resting place of an old love who loved Poe also?