Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Poe's The Haunted Palace, The Black Cat, The Cask of Amontillado, Fall of the House of Usher, Evening Star, A Dream and A Tell Tale Heart.

Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849


The Haunted Palace
Published 1845


In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—

Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion—
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This—all this—was in the olden

Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow

Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh—but smile no more.

The first time reading through this poem, I thought the author wanted me to see a scary, haunted house, from a long time ago. However, as I looked through the interweb to understand the poem better, I see that Poe is describing a haunted mind. Once the mind was in good shape and thriving, then after time, things started to go drastically wrong. There are no words to describe the genius of Edgar Allan Poe, he has used them all up. I love his imagery in describing a human head and his amazing way with words. I love this poem!  



The Black Cat
Published 1845
Image byAubrey Beardsley

Themes:

The story has many themes, most of them relating to human psychology and several in the form of contraries: reason versus the irrational; human being versus animal; self-knowledge versus self-deception; sanity versus madness; love versus hate; good versus evil; the power of obsession and guilt; and the sources or motives of crime. As in many of his works, Poe is interested in the borderline between opposites and how it may be crossed. (enotes.com)



The Cask of Amontillado
Published 1846

This was Edgar Allan Poe's last short story, and some say his greatest. This is a tale of betrayal, revenge, murder, torture and addiction. Setting is in a vast underground Italian catacomb (an underground cemetery). It's also a journey into the dark and mysterious recesses of the human psyche. (Schmoop.com)


Fall of the House of Usher
Published 1839

Themes: Madness, family, identity, fear, and isolation



Evening Star
Published 1827


Aubrey Beardsley



'Twas noontide of summer,
  And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, thro' 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 pass'd, 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.




A Dream
Published 1849




The Tell Tale heart
Published 1843
This story is told by an unnamed narrator who endeavors to convince the reader of his sanity, while describing a murder he committed. The victim was an old man with a filmy "vulture-eye", as the narrator calls it.




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