The Valley of Unrest  by Edgar Allen Poe

mr-another:

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley’s restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless –
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye –
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: – from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: – from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.

todayinhistory:
“October 7th 1849: Edgar Allan Poe dies
On this day in 1849, the American poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore. Born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809, the young Poe barely knew his parents, with his father leaving the...
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todayinhistory:
“October 7th 1849: Edgar Allan Poe dies
On this day in 1849, the American poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore. Born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809, the young Poe barely knew his parents, with his father leaving the...
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todayinhistory:
“October 7th 1849: Edgar Allan Poe dies
On this day in 1849, the American poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore. Born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809, the young Poe barely knew his parents, with his father leaving the...
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todayinhistory:

October 7th 1849: Edgar Allan Poe dies

On this day in 1849, the American poet and writer Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore. Born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1809, the young Poe barely knew his parents, with his father leaving the family and his mother passing away when he was just three years old. He lived with another couple as foster-parents, and was forced to gamble to pay for his tuition at the University of Virginia, which he had to drop out of due to financial difficulties. Poe soon joined the army and was even accepted into West Point, though he was expelled a year into his studies. After leaving the academy, Poe turned his full attention to his longstanding hobby of writing. He then traveled around Northern cities, including New York, Philadelphia, and Baltimore; it was in Baltimore, in 1836, that he married his young cousin Virginia. In Richmond, Poe worked as a critic for various magazines, occasionally publishing his original work which included short stories and poems. In 1841, Poe published his ‘Murders in the Rue Morgue’, which many consider the beginning of the genre of detective fiction. His most famous work, the poem ‘The Raven’, was published in 1845 to critical praise. Sadly, his wife died from tuberculosis two years later, leaving the writer grief-stricken and nearly destitute, as he never had great financial success.  On October 3rd, he was found ill in Baltimore and taken to hospital, where he died on October 7th aged 40. It is still unknown what his precise cause of death was, but alcoholism is widely believed to have played a part. While not appreciated in his lifetime, Poe is now considered one of the great American writers.

“Lord, help my poor soul”
- Poe’s last words

Something I just scribbled down

I don’t want to live another day without you

He was the love of my life
And I know it’s sappy
But I lost him

He filled my days with joy
And nights with smiles
But not anymore

He touched my skin
And sent sparking nerves to every inch of my body
But now I’m numb

He kissed my mouth
And whispered sweet nothings
But now I’m all alone

He spoke of important things
And expanded my viewpoint
But now I’m out of the loop

He looked at me
And spoke without words
But now all I hear are my cries

Ever since the day he went away
I’ve been curled in bed
Wondering why when we had a love
Greater than any other

Why did you have to take him away?

happy-blood:
““If you’ve ever lost someone close to you, they sort of visit you every now and then. In recurring dreams. And usually the dream is that the person never left, they’ve just been hiding. And you can’t wait to reveal to the world that the...

happy-blood:

“If you’ve ever lost someone close to you, they sort of visit you every now and then. In recurring dreams. And usually the dream is that the person never left, they’ve just been hiding. And you can’t wait to reveal to the world that the person’s still there. It feels so real.” - Dave Grohl on missing Kurt Cobain.

christalf:
“I just love the way this came out, it kind of makes me smile cause after the band fell apart cause of Kurt’s death, Dave started Foo Fighters, and made that song called Friend of a Friend, and it was Kurt’s friend who was Krist, and it’s...

christalf:

I just love the way this came out, it kind of makes me smile cause after the band fell apart cause of Kurt’s death, Dave started Foo Fighters, and made that song called Friend of a Friend, and it was Kurt’s friend who was Krist, and it’s nice now Krist his holding on Dave’s shoulder, and Kurt’s holding Krist’s. To know they’ll always have each other’s back.